Through I Walk
Through ' I walk through
The mist of trouble
You stretch out
Your hand against
The anger of foes,
But I' refuse to
Take hold.
Slowly" I pull
Back away from
You for 'I see a
Crippled heart
Inside of your
Mind
So close
Such a sweet
Broken soul
Through 'I walk
Through the mist
Of trouble
To ends of sea
A farewell to thee..
Copyright © Venita Schindler | Year Posted 2016
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