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EVEN THOUGH.

EVEN THOUGH.

When the darkness edges closer
The fear retreats within
Hiding in the ever warm folds
It lies like lead to constrict you.

Favourite faces and scented talk
Of ages, minutes occurring long ago
Float oh high above this sweet malaise.

Yet here in the dark its sadder now
Gone are the devils beckoning
Vanquished the soldiers of misfortune
This dawn will bring a new way.

Its been a long time, long time here
Failing like shadows to cover the subject
Wishing fulfilment like a broken promise
To hold, hold on tighter till it leaves.

Wait, stop a minute
Who are you or I?
This is not a Monday morning
Nor the screech from the wildcats beak
Sit a while contemplate
Feel the time like misty scent, arrive.

Not at all, there is no answer
What is there to forgive
Remember Saturday’s gleeful hope
When crying in the midst of all the tears.

Another harp plays out the tune
Number nine just one left
Hope there’s time to get things done
Hope a four letter word.

We cast the net far and wide
In trepidation we employ love
To wallow without sustenance
Upon the oaken beams we call our floor.

And faces smile it was a day
So laugh, we’ve got things done.

GRUM

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