The steam is rising
Slowly building in force
Rumblings are felt
No one prepares
The words spew
Like poison darts
Fire tips burning
As they Pierce the heart
The speed of each dart
Splatters those standing near
Slowly tearing emotions apart
You can’t escape
There’s no where to run
When you open your soul
And let love live within
You can silently weep
You can pray for all
But in the end
It is theirs to fall
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Terry Shepherd
January 1, 2016
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