Enemy TimeA Poem by Markno matter how we distract ourselves, Time will beat us.Alaric starved, we are part of the noise. we hear the voices, but panic listen We are all islands, shouting meaning. Where we are starved, hoping someone will munch our words before the blade takes us. From birthing squall to dying sigh. We want. We hear, we hear but ignore. Beliefs and faiths arm us in gauze. I think some people kill, curious about their own death. © 2022 Mark |
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1 Review Added on December 22, 2022 Last Updated on December 22, 2022 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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