Refute, Return
a grieving heart hears the pain
how many times must it echo again
direction askew from days tossed aside
no longer can tragic history abide
time for re-joice to be embraced
sounding the depths of dignity traced
empty shell cracked fault lines abundant
peeling a past rampant redundant
interdicting near-future most nobly
thence reach inexhaustible sanctity
Copyright © Arlo Parker | Year Posted 2025
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