76th Letter

I am spent

before I wake.
I'm on thin chains.


Where can I go
for solace,
for strength?


Who can sustain
my wavering faith?


The healing cold
of this December night.


at the world's
dark margin.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-12-24 at 02:22

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antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
I love it, you play nicely with the words

Minimalism also suits you. You should write such sharp stanzas often.