Wring Out The Last Dregs Of Fear
Wring out the last dregs of fear
Near are approaching the bells that ring
Sing aloud the symphony of lost souvenirs
Bare is laid the charm of the Spring
Play your game like a sedulous master
Faster are they approaching for you to slay
Relay the vision got in the chamber
Surrender, you go to the gallows may one day
Fetters of sorts proudly walk the ramp show of life
Rife is the melancholy doesn’t gear reverse
immerse into your resolve, shed the inner strife
Knife through the only time I won’t repeat twice
they have sniffing dogs who never miss the catch
detach from your levy and you are like whey
faraway or proximate never keep unlatched
hatch your energy yet passes the day.
Ali | Poet | Ameature Philosopher | Data Scientist Patrícia Williams P.S. I Love You Pundi X (writers) Lindsay Soberano-Wilson Gernot Poetsch chris staines Graywolf Press
