13 Sep 2013

the doubt that claws at my spirit
singularly to hinder the miracle
i step aside to let it through
for i am done with you, my mote
though of iron you were made
i needed just a gesture from above
and you were wisps of powder
ultimately, an illusion, and an end

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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