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
Copyright © Mark Miller | Year Posted 2018
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