Sunday, August 6, 2017

Live Again

Spent the currency of life
Stalking the road, bankrupt
Give the man his props
His sails are never stowed
 
Voices ever whisper, ever call
My muted reply, stillborn
Damn the brine that sates
As footfalls my shadow flee
 
All drink cursed save you
My lips fear a taste
Bomb this soul, my heart
Burn away the chaff
 
With the world flying around
I have no focus or aim
Give me a target
A hope to cling and sustain
 
Clear mindless dust
Erase godless fruit
Return me to birth
Grant your heart
 
Let me live again
 
© August 2017
Duane Windell Phillips

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