Simple Is Our Death
by J. Allen Wilson — Read all 1,629 poems by J. Allen Wilson
Saturday, February 5, 2005
Time
Has
Escaped our
Eyes of wisdom
Nearer now and
Darkened with
Dead, empty
Rewards
Asinine and
Wasted with
Silent
Nothings
Evenly
Assessed
Raping all hope
Evermore
Robbing our
Loves failings
Intuitive to the
Killing sublimely
Etched in the
Tight
Heartless
Enduring of
Sorrows
Evermore
Torn from
Time
Itself
Nullifying the existence
God
Simple is our death
Unto a fallen
Nation once free.
J. Allen Wilson © 2005
www.Jallenwilson.com
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