Locked Doors Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Locked Doors
So you run like a spark of evil
The world like a snake
My eyes cry
She was beautiful like a saxophone
Like a hidden flower
They will never catch him
God will
We are a country day
The bright sun made of love
He died begging with his legs off
Blown away by a insane war
Art the voice of paradox
The tree and angel swords
Slain by a labyrinth of sin
We hold each other behind locked doors
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