Tethered Existence Poem by Stavros Skamagkis

Tethered Existence

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Darkness creeps to touch our day.
Is it mindful what we pray?


Morbid is a lonely place.
Morbid finds a watchful place.

But when our creation held god Frey,
In sight was found a warm, familiar face.


It was touched by a spell of passion,
We could once taste joy's ration.


It was tethered in our arms to rise on
Over a steel horizon.

Tuesday, July 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: creation,darkness,existence
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Dimitra Longinou 22 July 2020

Your poetry is lovely!

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