Not Yet

Secrets and shadows, wine and rain
Just questions spinning round
Inside my head there is no peace
The answers lost not found
Where are the things to end my pain
In confusion, I’m bound
By fears that never seem to cease
I look beneath the ground

And now I pause to take no breath
Alone I stand and frown
To swallow tears I cannot cry
The shroud of fear my gown
I stare into the face of death
No answers here are shown
My time has not yet come to die
And fear won’t beat me down

 

©JG Farmer 2017
Form: Hymnal Octave

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