No Graveyards In the Mind
Yes, yes, his siblings are long deceased
though there are no graveyards in the mind
He relives their quarrels each night in dreams
struggling, in vain, to flee nightmares unkind
By day, his two sisters whimper, one in each ear
by night, their fury they roar, magnifying his fears...
No, no, there aren't any graveyards in the mind
just brows deeply furrowed, faces etched with lines
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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