Serpentine

Dust can only fill these lines
Words split into pieces too fine
Fingers follow attempting rhyme
Calling these dam nightmares benign

Slicing my mind his serpentine
Taking the gray that defines
Making sure my silence won’t whine
Of memories once intertwined

© 2014 Michael Yost 03/26

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