R.G McKinley

Rookie (20th September 1971. / Penrith, NSW. Australia.)

Panic Motion - Poem by R.G McKinley

 I should quiet my tongue to uttering of love so grand.
My head so low as I draw lines in the sand.
My family is gone and the day is longer still.

I sit here in the darkest ways and wait while hours play. Drumming fingers and a pen in my hand takes me to another place. A world so merry in rhyme and reason.

One where love wins against treason. My eyes shed proof of a strange past truth and my future beckons skies so blue.

I stand on the cusp that thrives and am happy to be in the labour of life.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 3, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 4, 2005


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