The TocsinA Poem by Igor G. BalatskyFree verse from 'Amalgam' (2010)I heard deep thunderous blows of the troubled tom bell breaking down the silence in the dead of the night. I did not know for whom the bell tolled but the sound meant a definite sign. And then I saw the light with near-sighted eyes of my open mind and realized the tocsin was tolling deep inside it was the sound of my anxious heart that was so desperately trying to wake my sleeping soul up © 2012 Igor G. BalatskyReviews
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