Poem 1974 (1)

Remembrance

Weighed in smothering night
insecurity cleaves us.
We crave for a tautness
of boundaries.

Skin lit up once more by day
a few wonder what others did in darkness.
Most people are the same again.
Some will never be the same again.

 

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