Statues Crumbled To Dust

Statues Crumbled To Dust

A Poem by Glarthir

My hand at the back of his head,
I need to be free of this.
Wake up in a cold sweat
Let me be washed clean of this.
We all know you deserve this,
Why did it happen to me?
Show me the darkness inside,
Let me explore it
Let me heal you.
Show me your hands,
Let me guide you.

© 2011 Glarthir


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Added on January 21, 2011
Last Updated on January 21, 2011

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Glarthir
Glarthir

Sicamous, British Columbia, Canada



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A Poem by Glarthir