Linda Kaye Lockhart Poems

Some say he wears a cloak of black.
Some say he holds a shaft of death.
Some say he comes for the old, the weak,
the young and those that don't believe.
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As the fragments of my brain
slowly swells to burst into the
rainbows of my weary mind. The
soul of my inner self explodes
...

Don't try to run,
don't try to hide,
look all around,
God is on every side.
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