Patterns Poem by Mal Sealy
Patterns
Patterns
The stench of terror lingers..
Oh so far, the patterns reach.
Denier of the Now..
Pestilence's vest wafting enticingly.
Loves neediness the curse.
An emergence, hidden in.
Self imposed in time.
Frozen though... Seen though..
Bang, bang your constant hammering.
Witnessed..
I've seen you..
But still! You continue? ?
Bang, bang, bang! !
Please give us strength..
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