come winter, come stone

poems 1 Minute

©2023 michael raven

that pivot age from
contempt to consequence
when eyes turn down
and skies grow grim
old forgotten fears
a'rising from the dust
of madness, where 
lynch mobs turn on handlers--
my voice lost in winter
come autumn, come stone.
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