Lurks
Through the cracks darkness creeps
Daily it lurks and peeps
Death lurks in its lair
Stench in the air
Seal the cracks
No more broken back
Let it rot in its den
Write its obituary in pen
Twinge of pain to let go
Smash it with truthful blow
Grief and suffering surge
Sound the mournful dirge
Love's calm sea settles
You've discover your tough metal
Scarred and bruised
Strengthened and renewed
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Lurks
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