His eyes focused
Through slits of anguish
Looking towards the sun
For salvation
Hoping the father will
Pull his soul
Forth from
His lanced body
And cast it
To the safety
Of the heavens
His legs draped in red
Feet anchored
To the ground
His life flowing out
And over them
A river
And a lake
Waiting to catch
The dangling sword
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A/N:
Bet you thought this was going to be a nature piece.
-DarthPadre
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Maximum Exposure
PuisiThis is a continuation of 'Exposed'. There is no theme per se, just poems i have written over the years. If you see something you like please vote, comment and share. If you think you see one of those one in a hundred poems, shoot me a note, i'm...
