Scott’s Daily Prompts combined…links throughout poem.
Seemingly no pause in pressure
The Enemy, Liar-Thief, pays no
Respect, regard…feels only
Antipathy for faithful soul…
He toils, gleeful zealot, takes
No breaks, scoffs at holidays
Guffaws as I convulse in sore
Frenetic paralysis…eyelids close
Against night which is more
Than mere darkness endless
Yearning for escape, begging God
To snip heart-string tethering
Lead-weighted frame to Earth…
No longer encumbered by
Numbered harrowing yesteryears
Short faux-hope tomorrows
Let me, footloose, fly
Higher than gilt horizon
Homeward-gleaming
December’s twilight sky.
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