Tonight The Feast Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Tonight The Feast



the festering of
ghosts and shrouds and swarming
shadows
round and round and round
the idle Poet Seer sad and solitary
by him hand in hand
roams
with him
a broken Soul, a weeping Inner Soul.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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