There is no running

He is always right behind

Do not bother to hide

We will always see

He is we, and we have you

Golden sunrises

Fills us with light

Moonless nights

Ushers he into my life

These are things he puts in flight

Without my knowledge, 

I gave him no consent

He dives us deeper

Into bitter contempt

He pushes away, those we loved

Without regard; to what they meant

We is he, and he has me

By: Tim Lundmark

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Comments
  1. lazfreedman says:

    Good one, Tim!
    Peace to you,
    Laz

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