the gallow

A Poem by AKhaus

oak doors fastened shut with iron locks

no keys for these hollow homes

bare feet and torn clothes

no sanctuary for these tired bones

gates and fences blocking the path

no more road to seek

sleep is calling and you must go to her soon

no more wandering in this endless dream

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Added on October 27, 2017
Last Updated on October 27, 2017

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