by Melissa Rachel
It hammers the door
that keeps it inside,
saving us from falling victim
to the warmth of ignorance
that would sweep us into oblivion
and then drop us down
into the arms of death,
where we suffer in limbo with the dead,
with their blood washing our hands.
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Copyright © 2010 - Melissa Rachel
Published: 5/20/10 · Author's Page · Next Poem