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To: Soaring Feather

This Confining Mortal Coil

Rage in anger held too long inside
the blackness of release denied
a mind that burns to set all to right
and long the silence watch of night

In memoried halls of life we’re bound
our strife around us mortal found
and scars of pain that etch our soul
each to claim their share of the toll

Yet do we still stand against it all
in answer to a distant echo’s call
something so beyond us leads us on
to some yet other unknown far dawn


916 posted on 08/18/2008 5:55:13 AM PDT by WayzataJOHNN ( Poetry is the jazz of words, laid down by a feeling soul.)
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To: WayzataJOHNN

Excellent poem! I love it.


919 posted on 08/18/2008 6:05:03 AM PDT by Soaring Feather (I soar- 'cause I can...I earned my wings, they have been broken -now healed to soar.)
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