Elisha Wall Poems

Do not give me
The knowing
That makes peace,
Often breached
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The accolade reassures
I grapple on, steadfast,
Draining, the heat in my temple
Burns a thousand strokes of fire.
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Do not weep for the gone child.
Save the tears of sorrow
Lest in vain we strain our eyes,
We ought to know the fate of the child
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You demon from hell,
spiteful in the wiles you have come,
you reek of scum and
ooze of your cankered bread.
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Declare my keeping in your arms
Let me bask in your love.
To rest in your bosom's delight.
In your favour I find
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