WinterA Poem by SJ. WheelerThe snow falls upon the tracks, worn from beaten slaves an icy chiseled monument guise the lost sheep. Pressured alloy, cold dime in the spine. Father's pressing sons, do not cry , be brave.
Every moment passing, half a dozen fall behind. Drifting from the charcoal clouds, collecting on the heaps. Roars of thunder, lightning strikes scar the Earth below. How long until the mother reclaims the walking carcasses Bringing back to the Earth and ending all sorrow?
The snow falls upon the flock fallen and lost, the gates have been broken set free those in front as the bodies still are smoking, in a house meant to deceive. The front is broken, set them free.
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Added on August 7, 2011 Last Updated on August 7, 2011 AuthorSJ. WheelerMonterey, CAAboutThere is a place, in a man's heart, where only devils and demons live. The dark gnaws and consumes until it has taken everything. It is through the light of love and life that one combat's that darkne.. more..Writing
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