Poem Life
Poems life.
When conceived it begins to take shape
and form of its own.
Who’s to say what shape or form it is
to take on.
As it develops it is born and faces all
uncertainty of a life.
Do we hear its voice, its cries, its pleas or
does it pass in darkness?
When often not knowing or sharing the abyss
of its life.
Copyright © John Hardison | Year Posted 2016
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