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
Loved it <3
Thanks so much, Varuna! 🙂