a harp unstrung

HypoMania


be careful
there is belief there
morphine
to think upon
chances for apocalypse
the mystique is gone
let the cracks in
tried to go back
why now?
what is calling
the hands of
reasoning
unfinished
an ache we used
to hear
protecting
allow us that
waiting close to
the light
and trust
there is no
reverence now
 
© 2013 J.H.
 

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