Paul F. Lenzi ~ Poetry

the wind and the whirlwind the sand and the sandstorm blow through my spaces the places inside where I fought all the good fights of autoimmune heart and mind vice and virtue engaged in their life and death struggles to clinch final judgment empty chambers now sapped howling voids all the fight long gone out of me never achieving conclusion just war-torn and weary areas where standards of sinners and saints snap like windsocks in gales of abandonment death when it comes mere formality

Source: Whirlwind

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