Sewing the Seeds

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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


Fists will be raised.

It’s. Not. A. Game.

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

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