![]() Our Dark PlacesA Poem by Brass Knuckle PoetOur Dark Places . My war was lost adrift alone my sullen heart could not atone for my dark sins the seeds were sown . your soul was bruised your house in ruins your world in flames your heart entombed a broken cross scattered dreams . aren't we like 2 wounded souls with rusted locks and skittish hearts set adrift we found our way into one another's arms . don't we have a common thread wrapped around each other's wrist pulling us together this is the one thing that we own the one thing worth fighting for . can't we open up our sails chart a course toward the dawn buried in one another's arms together we will survive the storm . . for more of my work check out my site brassknucklepoet.com
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