silensense

it is not i, but They who steer my chariot, and with Their
stallion grip they bind my mind, and pierce the night’s
blanket sky to once again, silence my forlorn Sight.

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3 thoughts on “silensense

  1. Tragic – I feel like shaking you!

    Excellent poem though. ‘stallion grip’ is great. I have an idea – you should put together a suite (maybe 3-6) of your anxiety poems, including the running one – a story of sorts. Definitely a picture emerging.

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