Poetry

Lost Days

Poem by Zvi A. Sesling - zviasesling@comcast.net Doodle by James Alexander
Doodle © James Alexander

Doodle © James Alexander

Seething like a tiger on the prowl

In a village of ashes

I grind into you with bulldozer force

The ride was short for such wide fields

Neither of us heard the owl

Saw the crow grab the snake

We tried hard to make the moon smile

Clouds part their curtain of hate

Rain stops falling like bricks

We said goodbye to yesterday with no future

We tried to climb a mountain with no shoes

We tried to cross the river of rushing blood

by: Zvi A. Sesling – zviasesling@comcast.net

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