Feint outline

by | Mar 28, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

As I in shadowed former self appear
Presenting silhouette of life, ‘tis true
To wish this day, pray rid my conscience clear
Lest time as was, may scurry out from view
Should e’er thy search be deemed a tad unkind
Result in cloak of darkness o’er my heart
Perchance in corners seek and yet to find
Whilst I in flight from fear, attempt depart
N’er wouldst lay blame at someone else’s door
Mere words cannot express an actioned plan
Tis time this mind reveals, what’s at my core
Sad circumstance beyond the realm of Man
Sweet innocence once bathed in light remains
Whence Heavens chorus sings of sad refrains


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