Some days alone
Under
cloudy skies
No
one I think holding a stone
Seems
to dare or even tries
Hurling
it at falsehood and lies…
I
now live in past centuries,
Never
truly grasping
Each
and every day’sIntrusion and disrupting
Rumble of angry forays
Entering the realm of war
Against so-called hostile arrays
Long kept in sight with a far
Look into centuries
Yet to appear on the altar
Made of man’s dark fantasies…
I
now live in silence
Smelling
dying roses
Shuffling
along in slippers
Yet
to be worn
Over
time left for me
Under
cloudy skies…
Tatul Sonentz
2015
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