Saturday, February 25, 2017

9220. WHO THEN KNOCKS?

WHO THEN KNOCKS?
Over and over again, 
the idea of passing pain 
groups me like a burlap 
sack. I hesitate to amplify
the sound I make. This 
acoustic crap has got to 
be better. All around, all
around  -  lanterns light 
nothing but darkness, 
while darkness seeks
nothing but light.

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