Fear does roam in circle,
granite hard in veins,
calls the ghost of reason,
names the nightmares
reared, on the weight
of sorrows, howl of
deepest grief, packs
the flesh of madness
wrapped in sore relief.
Holding to the table,
empty dreams of hope,
reason drinks in silence,
draughts of time remote.
https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2015/03/01/wordle-201/
Really, fear can be the cause of so many things.
ReplyDeleteDeep thoughts, so nicely penned!
ReplyDeleteReason drinks in silence - i hear that amidst this wonderful piece
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