Torches Tied
With queries and questions
for a year-long protracted night,
understanding came in a instant,
I believed.
Going home, alone, accompanied
by a weird, unfamiliar light;
I drove off a familiar cliff.
They bereaved.
Instead of mortuary, a mansion
designed by spirit, not by might
I’m home amid thousands
well- received.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2020
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