I am Rikimaru; I am Shadow

Writer, Poet, Social Commentator

THE SIGH

The dew that once fired my blank heart

That feeling; courage to bell the cat

Sneaks away, seeping through invisible pores

Leaving behind aching sores.

With every shredded sigh

Wisdom takes a homeward, shy.

Yet I long for another sigh

A bold long twisting lazy sigh

That sends wisdom on a new fly

And leaves me asking why?

 

Oh where is that armour

Strong, protective, impenetrable?

For when arrows clamour

For refuge in my delectable

Cove, I am left with no saviour.

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This entry was posted on September 10, 2013 by in Musings, Poetry and tagged , , .

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