Crosses

Crosses

A Poem by Young Mountain
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The 11th & last short in the series "Behind The Empty Curtain".

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We are all losing something,
forever out running the grasp of the past
we are powerless;
but only by the voice of choice can it continue.
The intrigue is blinding
and the moments yield unsure;
the faults bubble at the surface
yet, you remain relentless
the mechanical heart you desire
doesn't fit your soul.

© 2010 Young Mountain


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Added on August 15, 2010
Last Updated on August 15, 2010
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