Poetry Blog by Harrison Peterson
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I hold my soul like a candlestick,
Without light, leading me blindly through the darkness,
I stumble and fall
While collecting scars like the medals of a general's jacket,
I ground my base at the bottom of a valley,
As I watch the fires of the world chase through the trees
Glittering the skies with ash, the darkness hides my form.
Although from such treachery, a spark finds t...
Saturday 5th January 2019 7:07 am