LIFE Poem: BURIED -BLOOD, by Eugene Saban

In my wakeful-nights
I found weakness in my strength
A loud-wish—a wheel of luck and a verve that rekindles merry
Close to familiar-whispers echoed
A dot-of-good from memory eluded me

Troubles of early May with no way
Like letters without addresses
Ashes of success like unseen rainbow
Gloomy-hopes with faithful-faith
Constant Kyrie to birth Te duem

A gamble maybe to zap a dying-being
Pictures of 11-black flashed like a cursor
A punter’s day just today
To live my dreams of celebration
You shall not was loud
Survival oh Lord—I prayed

All over!
The God-face-saver that couldn’t save gave to me,a park with shrubs and buried-blood

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