Gryphon
Never another step of strength
Shall pass my door while I am with you
You are more powerful now
So take flight
I miss strength
Before the march of red
Took all I was worth
Plunge a knife in the open wound
Did I once stand guard
Above my all
Watching as the walls turn to paste
No reasons left here to defend
A mix of the purest
Counts me out
I am fertile and that is all
A laden waste
So reach me while my heart still throbs
Crack the lid on my tomb
Let the light seep back
A fractured bone I am.
poem by Cheryl McDonnell
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