Knowing My Fears
Tenderness fiercely burns
Sipping passion from
My eyes,
As a tiger taken on the run
I had hope it and why?
A slaved angel saved me
From the falling snow-
Leaving me in darkness,
I was lost.
Lonely with the autumn’s tongue
So what is pure?
I was a whole person
But with whole poison
With the morning sun-
I did not know
My own face,
I only knew my fears.
Copyright © Michael East | Year Posted 2016
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