Judas Poem by Thomas Cornfield

Judas



Judas
By Thomas William Cornfield

Every day is death day.
When he comes along.
He is a hooded man.
that turns the light to off
Wonder how the moment feels
as there's no one home.
Belief is all you can have.
then you move along.
You will see the will
a cross that bears the thrown.
On a long-ago hillside
when madness came along.

Friday, October 9, 2020
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