Peace in Denial | Pushmaotee Subrun
The blighted in gloom
Clung hard to the shining torch
Sought peace in denial
denial poems
Craven Callings | Christine Emmert
Ask me why I shake my soul
out from the downing deluge.
Ask me with a quieter voice
than the rage of storm.
You were called. Not I.
Do not expect company
when you enter the tempest.
The fireside along beckons me.
Craven callings die under the crackle of soothing flame.