Write each day to stay alive
this is my task with the pen
to etch mere words upon the page
an exclamation against the dread
lest the slope becomes a cliff
no longer there to ground a soul
the holding damned to finally fail
without foundations that must prevail
greet the sun to damn the night
this was the way of ancient man
a superstition in hindsight
the same is said of my task
to write each day to stay alive
a religion I'll not deny
with the clergy of the poem
the congregation of only one.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190826.
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