Cold, dark with swampy damp
Crusty mould moves over sodden land
No one speaks nor do they roar
Injustice reigns
Gentle loving is no more.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
My simple, sad refrain
Stills the aching heart
Inflamed with injustice
Done to those that steal
Souls of sadness
Make them real
In songs of gladness
Marked in time of destiny
Out of rhyme.
No thought is given
No time demands
We come to heaven
When out of time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012