Sanctuary

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Sanctuary

Why must this portayal of life still last, why must I only look into the past?
These are the questions brought to me,these are the riddles that set me free.
I peer into thousands of souls unclean,the sanctuary that isn't seen.
Padded rooms full, the shriek of a patients last pull.
Tonight is wolf moon, a monster waits silently in the womb.
Light comes in, nothing comes out, like a lifeless drought.
Look upon the light that defines you, justify if it's pure or something you grew.
In time it grows, in the end, it shows.

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Izual’s Poems (5)

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Shot Down at a Dead Mans' Wedding 0
Unforgiven 1
Forever 0
A Midnights Symphony 0
Sanctuary 0