A LEADING MANA Poem by TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror" the wicked path at our insistence "
the lonely plight of a dissident man a single lucent light Fueled bright in the night flowing with pontification and foresight a crowd it incites this mass devoted to their leaders spite the light of one the spark of another forming the glow of a stagnant umbra this path of no resistance is the wicked path at our insistence it Juggles through the past navigates the lost untwists the fray it is the sound that will not settle a growl of medal a clink and a rattle the sound of chain that engraves a pain a gun on your temple with a pulled trigger the blood in you ears that is fear simple fear a stab and a twist of a knife named redemption the next stick leads to your suffocation and now you understand how easily we shatter our disappearance so final a matter gods spell is knocking loyal, dead and forgiving the answer is a doorbell unfeigned by heaven or hell we abide times insight waiting for a green light a moment of enchantment one final choice to exit the one last chance and were destined for happenstance as the rattlesnake stance warns and demands ruling their charmer into an alliance the masses expand for the malice at hand arousing a jump in the fire as the mob grows vulgar alarming numbers fall in shoulder to shoulder follow the flock a parade in sync The fall of one The march of another Until we no longer struggle Terry D’ArcyRyan © 2018 TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerrorAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on August 21, 2017 Last Updated on April 6, 2018 AuthorTerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerrorPHOENIX, AZAboutWhen I was a young girl I was your average Tomboy. I lived to watch Star Trek the only thing that could take me away from the voyages of the Star Ship Enterprise was playing Baseball with the boys. .. more..Writing
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