Treasure Island

Vinod Sharma


Walls


Cutting through
A wall, of ice,
Jaws of vice,
Behind, a wall anew,
Across, life;
Another ahead
Again instead,
A colder, harder knife,
Shroud white;
Weary, bleedin',
Will will win,
Beckons yonder light.

Submitted: Saturday, May 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
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