Humble
My heart fades, quivering lips whisper goodbye
Lightning flashes, thunder shakes the empty sky
Despair fills the mind of constant broken time
Sand flows endlessly within a crooked line
Demons soar with lunging attacks on my life
Falling crumbs from the cut loaf of a bread knife
Scraped scarred knees continue to bow toward light
This repeated battle with evil I fight
Ottava rima poetry form only.
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 09/06/2022
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Form Al | Year Posted 2022
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