Haunting

On September 16, 2017September 21, 2017 By PenAndPaperStoriesblogIn Poetry

For there are times
The brain falters
Wisdom is lost
Even when working.
In Satan’s massacre
Or muted cells …
Angels missing
Hallows lurking
Oh the truth will out I suppose –
Even in the haunting where it dwells.

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