avoidance
exiled
there is nothing that can be done
movement in
c a r e f u l measures
dancing around the abyss
until my heart
is raw
so close to the edge
that falling is no longer a question
grace has turned to brittle shards
an ancient sorrow
consumes the players still
driving us on
and away
from the truth that lays as an ocean between
Copyright 1989 - Louise Ann Stowell - All Rights Reserved
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