poets

fall

around us

their truth ground

in verses

voices resound

with pulsing memories

in notes shattered

scattered

ashes

the voice stays

in fringes

of subconscious

tomorrow’s waking

chords throb

lobed despair

in days disrepair

robbed

too soon

another

fallen

poet

 

 

7/20/2017

Sascha Darlington