Distinct

A million times, have I heard that distant cry,

Loud and lucid,

Panic gently woven into it.

 A million times, have I graced the shores

And gazed upon the sky,

Driven to the edge.

A million times, have I surrendered my heart to the cause,

Only to see it shipped back

In fragments.

 A million times…

A million times…

And though it lingers on,

I cower on my bed, a blind deaf,

With nostrils that still quiver

And a heart that quakes at

Every instant!

Emmanuel “A penny for my tots”

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