The Waking Hour (Version 2)A Poem by B-poetThe Waking Hour Is an alibi To cope with lost regrets That pierce the soul With each and every step taken A last breath Could relinquish a proposed safe haven If The Waking Hour Came like a thief in the night Disguised as Satan Who's deemed be a soul taker A well endowed saint Could now be seen as patron In the eyes of a world that's filled with bigamy and hatred Leaving belated deception As the only trigger finger Needed to be used For The Waking Hour Red flags within the minds Of every Waking follower Would remain the only Alarm clocks left for saving Each other from an untimely Dormant spiritual slaughter That's yet to become Visually evident & yet undone
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Added on July 1, 2017Last Updated on July 19, 2017 AuthorB-poetIndianapolis, INAboutFreelance Writer/Poet (For those who truly love and treasure my art Check out my latest publication on the link under my profile name**) Thanks for stopping by and pen on. :) more..Writing
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