Knots
There are places within the shadows,
That rain cannot touch,
Where sound, save but for the faintest of mumbles,
Knows not either but the fractured
Affliction of itself turned inwards.
These are the knots that wrap their rage
Around distant memory,
A place where there,
But in God,
Heavy thunder dwells.
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2023
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