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Whispers In The Dark too late again to bridle sorrow
like the tempest
it comes quickly
devouring all that is me
leaving barely enough
to make a positive ID.
stamp this one easy conviction
too much evidence
to keep from belief
hard to hide the breaking
of the whalebone heart
leaves the jurors shaking.
what happens when the mind questions?
turning soil where wild ferns grow
just a shallow grave immortal
caught in headlights grim display
once oppressed by this condition
left for dead it drifts away.
