Humiliation bring me low
set my soul in jeopardy
once I gain
once I lose
undo the ties
locking the eyes on a prize
not meant to be won
look so far backward
that memories pierce
the future
repeated signs and wonders
unnoticed, unknown
Yet it IS.
Let dusk eclipse all color.
[22:29|29.7.011] ©c.thomas.carter
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