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Armored Isolation
As tattered night surrenders to the morning
amidst a bruised and beaten sky.
The hazy heavens weep their misty warning
of love’s intent to pass me by.
The rain, symbolic of my sorrow,
defeats today and steals tomorrow.
Unyielding dreams assault my weary mind
with visions of my deep regret.
I’d reached accord but never had I signed
my name to play, though boards were set.
I leave the game of love intact,
unstung by honor, which I lacked.
I'm stuck in muddy grooves of flaws unbroken,
made by the tracks of time’s machine.
I’m choking on the chunks of words unspoken
allowing silence to demean.
So, safe in armored isolation,
I thus defy my reclamation.
Copyright ©
Ron VanHooser
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