Within this darkness The bitterness of memory Steps in again to taunt me Yanking at these chains The links of which remain Past incantations spoken Past every single token With water from the wells Of his cathedral This Father came to save me But you know how fathers can be When brothers leave the room […]

via Stunted — Kay Salady’s Poetry

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