In the Distance - Poetry

in poetry •  last month


    Thoughts that ran askew,
    Without a direction,
    Without a purpose,
    Lead to this place,
    Where the sins are to be washed away.

    Right across the river,
    Drowning a fear,
    Holding all back.

    An attempt to desert,
    Held in contempt,
    Raised on a pole,
    Set to rot.

    Did not ask for all this,
    The soul did not,
    Yet a hundred lashes,
    Handed out every day on the soul.

    If fear was the key,
    Throw it into the river,
    Let it drown,
    So that the dream does not.

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