Sewing the Seeds

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A

tiny

seed

planted in gray, darkness surrounds,

Spark in his way.

Cannot ignore sewing this light, arms locked in arms, nothing seems right.

Won’t dare give up

Won’t dare give in

Won’t let it go

Watching his sin.

Lies pile up, actions so bold, cannot escape, carelessness cold.

Spotlight will mark

Eyes will all see

Nothing unsaid

Can’t let it be.

Years will countdown, thinks its all fame

BUT…

Fists will be raised.

It’s. Not. A. Game.

Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Tuesday January 24, 2017.

ImageSeedlings by Markus Spiske from Stock Snap.

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