Kinship

Lost in waking nightmares,

greedy hands in search of leather-bound realms

tumbling down the pages,

those word-ladders bid my weary eyes escape.

Cocooned in silent whispers,

promises of kinship held in inky virtue

spark a private stupor

of imminent realities that press upon my soul.


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Published on May 03, 2015 07:42
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