Before Me Sour Soul Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Before Me Sour Soul



Before me
Sour Soul
Holder of the grave
Watcher of dim
And rugged
Towers
Serpentine passages
Moving hogs and
Talking hedgehogs
Businesslike and
Bespectacled
Before me
You have become a Dusk
A fading
A losing
A waning
My very Soul
In its ennui song
Of the swan-song
My very Soul.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,wisdom
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