The Escarpment
Above the venue of the lost
And the disappeared
The forgotten fall beneath the crags
Beneath a now and deep forever
Hanging onto the blade
Of the escarpment
Lost above the humming trees
And harrowed by sleep
They are lulled into this world of forgetting
Carried away by the wind like leaves
Their grip not strong enough
To be whoever they were to be
Copyright © Daniel Haskin | Year Posted 2015
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