Deeper Within
i fell but no one heard
~
seared and sentenced to solitude
a penance of mythical proportions
peace didn't even try
found in a lost barrel of steel
where the last chambers spent
their dying breath
red, black, no going back
pushing the postulates
between life and man
no lending hand
run over or overrun
drips and beats silenced
storms strike
night blinks
suffering blanks
amid blackouts
angel in white I can see
or am I blind to what this means
this way was never kind
~
hushed the morning breaks
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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