Unrest of Spirit
Spirits shook in a half empty tumbler’s unease
Trembling hands fumbled the spillage of disease
He lost his staggering soul quaking and marred
At the bar of destruction from finish to start
Stirred and shaken an olive branch fell into his fray
A guardian angel suspended increasing decay
Touched some remnant of reason and reinvented
Water from wine no more fragments fermented
16th November 2018
Contest: Unrest of Spirit
Sponsor Julia Ward
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2018
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