The End Being Near
i see
they wander
your eyes
through space
through time
their worry
a distant glare
lost they quiver
unsettled in their haze
your silences
your every thought like loud denials
i understand them well
those blurts of fear
the muffled words smothered censored
for fear they can never be unsaid
seeking first a peace
delicately balanced deep within
stabilizing the inner sanctum
making sure words ring true
for fear of death and dying
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CENSORED~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on October 2, 2019
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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