Prey

Prey

A Poem by James
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Be mindful of who you guides you through the apocalypse

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Air crisp in the morning

Segregates turmoil, hidden in conflict of what may

Be one’s curse.

Hearing the screams distant but intimate to sensitive ears.

Awake the survivors and close your soul.

It’s desperation, survival, migrating towards one’s hopes.

© 2013 James


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James
James

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