Monday, September 28, 2015


The shreds of sanity and tattered traits
Ripple in the wind through narrow straights
The passage through the narrow course confines
But stubborn intransigence well defines
The struggle 'gainst the obstacles erected
Refinements to the breaching well-perfected
The setbacks and the ticking of the clock
That leave the scars upon the weathered rock
The fingers lightly brushed across the scar
Breathes heart into the lifeless from afar


© 2015 whickwithy


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