Crimson Of Fear Poem by Frederick Kesner

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Invisible but not voiceless,

This fire within me burning;

Fueled by things long since done;

Uncertain it would continue

And most certainly would one day end.




Resounding vermillion trains,

Travelling across frontier lands;

That began by fits and starts.

But this is just the beginning,

And most certainly is not the end.




Smearing the silence with my thoughts:

Scarlet ink on blue paper;

Conversing along the lines;

Uncertain it would continue,

And most certainly would one day end.




Slumbering souls awaken,

Speaking to us on paper;

Streaking sheets with stunning stains.

But this is not the beginning,

And most certainly is not the end.




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