Poetry For Now!

Burning Hands of Time

By Anokh Goodman . . .

 

Our footprints decay beneath the weight of the sun,

Living in lairs of forgotten dust

We cry, we scream, we win but the battle is not won.

 

Dancing alone naked defying orders from the sun;

Fire burns our forgotten rust

We dance, we love, we win but the battle is not won.

 

Our minds ablaze with heat, throwing candles at the sun,

Carry torches of forgotten lust

We kill, we rage, we sing, but the battle is not won.

 

Our soul reborn again within the flares of the sun

Touching voids amid the dust,

We cry, we scream we win but the battle is never won.

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