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Anquished Season

When the mind is too crowded

And the heart, in pain, is torn

There are so many images glaring

As all in friction are born


With the birth of anxiety

Life cries out for relief

For every waking moment

Ticks the time that holds the grief


In the coldest, darkest winter

As night consumes the day

Alone stands the figure

When the flame blows away


Eternity has a pattern

But balance takes it toll

For Winter Solstice's death

May kill hope in Summer's soul. 


Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-06 at 18:58

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David W. Glavin
Good to see that your still sharing your talents.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so brilliant. It flows so well and the kick at the end completes the story.

Phyllis J. Rhodes
Honest and heart wrenching. The anguish digs deep into the soul. Sadly beautiful.

Very nice, Kathy. Guess you've seen my life too.
Well done, for the hurting. It's all there. Thanks.