Flow
of
darkness
Like
ashes in my veins
Black
is what I see
Death
of something
I foresee
I foresee
Doused
fire within
Now
lies in its icy state
There
was a wait
For
A
hand to hold
Someone
to hear
Silent
cries
Of
this soul
And
I realize
Only
me
Has
the power to pull myself
Out
of any abyss
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Written
for Words Count with Mama Zen over at toads where we had to pick a few words
from the “ultraconserved words” list as stated below and write a poem of 60 words or less.
Thou,
I, Not, that, we, to give, who, this, what, man / male, ye, old, mother, to,
hear, hand, fire, to pull, black, to flow, bark, ashes, to spit, worm
