Cross Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Cross



In the cold night
the sweat formed chill
around him.

As on a cross
he felt his hands
nailed.

Yet his brain
remained
to suffer pain intensity
and lisp verses.

Thursday, October 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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