The nascent poem denies its birth.
It shrieks ennui behind my eyes;
While wailing angels weigh my worth
As silence sweeps the shadowed skies.
But as the dark descends, I rise
And grit my teeth against the tears!
I will not cease, though all hope dies,
To stand my watch unnumbered years–
I am the thing the Darkness fears.

–Jason Diederich, 2014
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Published by Little-Known Blogger

Correctional Officer, Martial Artist, Firearms Instructor, Digital Artist, Published Poet, Retired Military, Constitutional Conservative, Christian (Anglican) B. S. Multidisciplinary Studies, summa cum laude

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