Veracity

there are curses
that do come true

hers
        will

written on a wind that rattles forth the coming holocaust
screamed into a night that cuts sun and Hope from heart

hers
        will

end will come day will fail loneliness and death and cold that chews the gut of truth will win
out, but

not
soon enough
                       no
not
soon enough
                        no
never
soon enough

to save
me
© s rogers 19 September 2009

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