Let Us See What the Meek Will Inherit

I will be yours, I must have told you that,
Until the terrors that possess us, clawing
At us in our nights, have merged, and
And maybe afterward. Could we be
Fearless, hand in hand, outside, in light,
A fitter entity upon the land, if we became
As one? I do not know. I think we could,
And, so, I say I'm yours.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-09-01 at 15:21

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