Tormented Souls
Tormented Souls.
Tormented souls feel not for rhymes.
A waste of needed time
Finds relief is in a treacherous bind.
Which is a dare not climb.
Meaningful trust beyond their finds.
Looking at what is behind.
Where there is much more to grind.
Then a fearsome kind.
Only to search for more encouraging lines.
To hold to in mind.
To find something like a powerful wine.
To believe in rhymes.
Copyright © John Hardison | Year Posted 2016
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