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Dec. 28th, 2017 @ 11:08 pm Poem - As The Murk
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“As The Murk” is about those moments when the darkness encroaches for no apparent reason, other than it can.


As The Murk

Look to the shadow on the wall
only seen by my eyes
this is the veil that returns
asking more than I’ll supply

it’s the screen that obscures
heinous monsters on the wing
circling high, out of sight
screeching calls that echo far

then the fodder of the mind
reverberates against the ash
tracks pressed in frozen char
coldest scraps that are left

remnants born under foot
vestige piled on grave dirt
crushed before the hope alights
to meet its foe in a last fight

now unable to comply
shadows flitting on the walls
frozen solid to the spot
as the murk consumes the light.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171228.
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