to write, once more

by Red Brick Keshner

Friday 1st July 2022 3:50 am

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Were it not for this resurrection

there would be no will to pick up yon pen.
Were it not for that temper, no spark

the tedious Obscure could rekindle.

Pardon is not for the weak to bestow;

magnanimity knows no better.
Pity can't fill the shoes of empathy nor

walk the bitter path from Sorrow's door.

Should there be found a kernel of truth

whence pledge and heart were founded,
There should a seed of conviction germinate,

from Silence, words would arise once more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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© 2022 Frederick Kesner