hazel eyes
turn to the skies
they search for purpose
but are faced only with rain,
with lightning and storm
hazel eyes
eyelashes damp
they seek some forgiveness
but are faced by an altar
abandoned and cold.
hazel eyes
count beads on a chain,
whispering under bated breath
pleading for some guidance, a vision
she hears silence in reply
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The Witching Hour
Puisipoetry about the wicked and the witchy || featured by WP Poetry on Oddities Unknown || #183 in poem (11/3/18)
