No More Arrows Poem by Michael L.
No More Arrows
aye, my heart quivers
ive no taste for winter
my heart shivers
full of splinters
in the bitter, withered
blizzard wind
and sinners simmer
on the fire, on the altar
of desire, so i falter
numb and cold
and not too old
to long for another loving soul
to make me whole
but i know i act wrongly so
i joke
amidst the ash and smoke
and float away like a feather
but a single ripple in the aether
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