The Tocsin Poem by Igor Balatsky

The Tocsin

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I heard
deep thunderous blows of the troubled tom bell
breaking down the silence
in the dead of the night.
I did not know for whom the bell tolled
but the sound meant a definite sign.
And then
I saw the light
with near-sighted eyes of my open mind
and realized
the tocsin was tolling deep inside
it was the sound
of my anxious heart
that was desperately trying
to wake my sleeping soul
up


'Amalgam' (2010)

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