The Hawk
His wings dark with silent purpose
Plunging into all my hidden places
Watching the beating of my heart
A form of death with many faces...
My refuge in shadowed corners
Was lost with the talon's bite
Now my life lies bleeding
Battle weary, no will to fight...
The hawk had just one agenda
My bones to the world exposed
Now an end to this sullen day
Last chapter, my book is closed...
-written for a friend who is suffering-
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011
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