Poetry Wednesday: Daunted


Release thThe Tears of Spring Coverese nightmares
From beneath my piety
Under the impression
Everything touched
Gives way to ash
As if evil is brewing
Below while donning
The cloak of good
So I may not
Bother it while it
Festers deep inside
A perplexed path
That I cannot follow
Only stumble
With bruises and
Scrapped knees
Journey on
Looking for a hope
That has faded
Into the west with
Its graceful companion
Whom I have
Lost and killed
Many times before

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