Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Poem : Now, And At The Hour

Now, And At The Hour . . .

At the core of self
Which we've christened
"The Soul!"
Do we cringe then
At the taste of dust and ashes
Alone and forlorn
Do we huddle and pray
"O Lord!"
All in fear
Of a darkness
Unending
 - J.M. Welsh

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