SLEIGH by Brian Anthony Hardie
Something not absent about to be spoken…
On the spotlight day, back from the child’s Eye camera eye.
Now stop does what was While you left.
Within a mile I felt the Memories following behind.
Meaningless this is And should be, for the feeling too real to pass on By life.
To sob I need to rid myself of Such tremor.
Yet no possible route the way I came in would relieve pain here and now.
Much worth To grasp for my burning of our flag waving Passion.
These words pull the tears with no such Mercy.
My (I want) panic (to kiss) alleviates (you and)
What love (say I’m) I should have put forth (sorry).
Maybe from the film I project the Audience tear.
Eyes so innocent my mind would Arrest the one invoking.
Flailing around my Panic dance.
Still on the street while nausea
Entertained. To cry would forge the rage
I harmed so badly with.
So to sit with past in
The flame my only way to mend hearts alike…
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