The Tragedy LingersAvoidance...
Exiled...
There is nothing to be done
Movement in careful measures
Dancing around the abyss
until my heart is raw
So close to the edge
falling
is no longer a question
Grace has turned to shards of brittle glass
Ancient sorrow
consumes the players
Driving us on
and away
from the truth
that lays
as an ocean between.
Electric Fence and poem are both copyrighted 2006. All rights reserved.
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