The Hold

By Mark Miller 03/26/2018

We hold our personal abyss 
Of nothingness sent caress 
Tying the formless substance

Dancing naked existence 
Where meetings forwell
Struggle the forest void reach

Skeletons scratch from blood 
Fighting wayward darkness 
Hiding behind forests breeze

Waiting for clearing screams 
Of hopes pretense scene 
Children displace loss cause

Never reaching home’s soul 
Of worlds locked doors 
Behold ghost spy keyholes

Echos howl man’s maiden wolf 
Grooming feelings for bedomma
Paving cornfields lonely paths
Of practice poison malevolence 
To deny the strain passion purpose

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