Suffocation
Trees blowing in the wind of the moment
Now flowing they lend nothing at, towards
To them they speak the language, sacrament
The love of the daylight hours with awards
Seeing a lady sounding scraping swords
Feeling the bark of the tree suffocate
Like a smash in the stomach, penetrate
Leaving a mark of breathlessness, no sound
Taking the toll of whispers, signals fate
With no one but the lonely left around
Russell Sivey
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