June 24, 2015

Absinthe

Darkness around
In fits and bounds
You hold still--
Tightly you hold,
Still.
Grasped my hand,
Held it with ferocity
To not let go;
Never let go
Without a
Fight--
It's a right,
You always told me,
(A child in your hand)
To fight for
Whats right.

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