Poem #2: Demons
- Julia
- Apr 3, 2017
- 1 min read
Steady gun
steady feet
Dancer's stance
Dancers meet
Knock one back
kick them dead
Metal running
from his head
Follow red
down his cheek
Find him
standing meek
Nothing more
can soothe his hand
Nothing more
can protect his land
From fire
born again
Free to feel
or make amend
Tragedy trumped
by new life
No care for
a mourning wife
Follow midnight
pinpoint stars
showing conscience
in the chards
Mirror
show me my demons
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