A rosebud on my mindThe empty snow globe quakesMe back to future’s pastWhere the core of thought shakesThe bloodied red tide looseFrom the ocean that achesFor a cleansing of poresAnd the purging of snakes … Read more. Order today at Amazon and help support independent …
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Winter’s Edge
Sometimes the thoughts of wanting to be dead
Come to me when the tribulations of the day
Are better left unsaid
Like the flakes of snow silently floating
As if they never want to kiss the ground
The dogged memories of yesterday’s failures
Pace a slow creep, as if molded by the clay
Of tomorrow’s scriptures
Like the unwanted knowledge of death
From those closest to you among the drifts
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