Fingernails digging into skin folds.
These marks left by tales soon will show.
Your truths are lies memories untold.
My rhymes carry a penance aglow.
Empowered by thoughts so divine.
Make this the final, a thousand white lies.
Courage is mental, lost within time.
The body dances, and so it does, it dies.
Falling is the fear, the one you know.
Blind, absent of sound, still fear is down.
No longer is love good, all must go.
Into one, a welcome face wears a frown.
Peace is the absence of this life.
Peace is the absence of this life.
About the Creator
Kevin Klabon
I am an artist, a musician, an author, a poet, a magician of the written word.
I live no life without pen and paper, or a paintbrush in hand.
If you could share your love for what I love, I would love you to the moon.
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