Night, And The Old Dread Poem by james watkin

Night, And The Old Dread



Night, and the old dread.
Mind-routes, then
Street lit or not, fire
Whose hopes, blaze nigher
For Heaven.

With death, as darkly
Closing in
As warm rushed upon
Of which lure's action
Home does bring.

Friday, April 29, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: home,heaven,night,death
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james watkin

james watkin

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