Essondale
Essondale
The very essence of River View.
Troubled souls, intimately knew,
as their distressed lives, their deep scars.
lay imprisoned, behind, cold, steel bars
as they lived out their lives in quiet desperation.
Silently screaming, knowing there was no salvation
until their spirits, their souls reached an end
to the road they travelled, finding the next bend.
B. J. “A ” 2
April 22nd 2015
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2015
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