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Joanne Hayward Poem
From a spark to a flame,
that rips through time,
but for the heaviness of shame,
it would feel sublime.
When the Earth shakes,
when perception alters,
a tremble rises to a quake
and his courage falters.
An internal force
leaves them shredded and torn.
Gravity, from an unknown source,
full of grief, they mourn.
Beneath a cloak of shadow
still burns their fire,
life cannot prevent it though,
insatiable desire.
Copyright © Joanne Hayward | Year Posted 2013
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Joanne Hayward Poem
Conflicting thoughts in my head,
None escape; left unsaid.
It rips through my organs,
Like tree roots under tarmac,
It's anchored down deep,
forcing cracks on the surface.
Those opportunistic storms,
Further weaken defences,
Cracks widen, highways crumble,
From the core, I implode.
Conflicting thoughts in my head
and more tears still to shed.
Copyright © Joanne Hayward | Year Posted 2016
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