I Call To The Deed Poem by Sambanath Denis

I Call To The Deed



I call to the deed, long forgot in snow,
Buried deep as the passing cold bleed.
As I trek this eary road, I know-I know
The burden doth slow me each step I
Borrow. Life hath fined me its final toll:
That either truth taketh me, or lose my soul.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: secrets
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This came to me after some inspirational blockage.
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