Sunday, February 25, 2024

A Poem - Theft (2008)


Dread-cold slabs of iron-stone
Slam down and crushing steal,
Warmth, light, direction, isolate
Hope, heart and dreams and will.

The crushing looming horror weighs
On soul and mind, my heart!
Lord bless this soul,
So cold so old,
So cruelly set apart.

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