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THE SPIRIT SINGS
One day will I be
left with it all again?
Will I continue my habit
of collecting dead men?
It used to be
my greatest fear,
now the thought
doesn’t bring a tear,
instead I feel a strange
kind of power
guiding my behaviour
from hour to hour,
both life and death
are spiritual things
it’s in breaking away
that the spirit sings.
Morganpoet
left with it all again?
Will I continue my habit
of collecting dead men?
It used to be
my greatest fear,
now the thought
doesn’t bring a tear,
instead I feel a strange
kind of power
guiding my behaviour
from hour to hour,
both life and death
are spiritual things
it’s in breaking away
that the spirit sings.
Morganpoet
Published 11th Mar 2020
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