SWORD

A sword
Hangs over me
The clock ticks on the wall
My fate in the net of time
Its fruition is eternal
This life
On earth
Simply a preparation
For that which cannot change
When the veil tears
In two

6 thoughts on “SWORD

  1. blindzanygirl

    I am so sorry if this is a disturbing poem. I am okay thankyou, well, depending on what you mean by okay lol. I really am sorry if it disturbed you. Thankyou for the hugs. I can always use those. Hugs back Ivor. ((((Hugs))))

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