Steven Federle

Freshman - 605 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

Before The Funeral - Poem by Steven Federle

Mountains
surround me.

Black ridges
scrape the sky.

Raw lacerations.

Gone are the songs of
hopeful winter birds,

gone to the mountains
of the sun.

In the valley of the moon,
bitter desolation.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, January 14, 2013


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