deepened by the long shore of it

deepened by the long shore of it
foraged far into faked forest
I truly do not agree with the voices
that pick their way through days
unclean and void of trepidity
warriors at the gate gone that longs
for more credit at the table

stern fathers always find a way
to graft broken shards
into the tender skin of the unprepared
a broken future of the small
that repeats a history
where mirrors will not matter
nor words that will die

(March 23 2018)



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2018-03-30 at 00:32

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