Poem

Light and dark

Both cross my path

With gifts from memory

 

Voices gone silent

Faces grown violent

Without boundaries on land or sea

 

Love without thought

Of what it should mean

When given to you from me

 

Secrets grow dusty

With guilt and regret

Unable to simply be


Written in 2016

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