Terror Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Terror



The Terror
Showed
Me
How
I
Work
Under
Fear.

The
Dint
Of
Verse
Is
Muted
But
Alone
I
Stare
Into
The
Heavens
Both
At
Noon
And
In
The
Dusk


And
Dusk be
Sweeter
Than powerful noon

Sunday, January 21, 2018
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