A Closing Year

cdcguard_06_Firework_065(1) upon us, does it cover all our hidden

sins that we did not want discovered?

yet through the quill we will not hide

but put aside our ills and transgressions

against our fellow-man.

The cold wind has cast a chill throughout

the house, the fire glows over the coals,

while sparks dance within the hearth to

crackle our imagination and dedication.

Our favorite place to write and bare our souls

waits as words search us and find ways to lie

before us as they should. Their meanings only

known to us yet readers will interpret and

digest them with the hope of trying to

understand the author behind the pen.


The year may have brought them blessings

or a curse or two, illness stalking them may

have cast a gloom in a room without locks

allowing ghosts to enter and frolic with the

masters of the quill whose challenges are

simply to exist to pen another verse or four.


With twisted minds a struggle with the devil

will keep them sane while shadows cast a

light from where it came they know not,

yet the balance between them both keeps

them on the edge of Heaven and Hell.

To write another day is all they seek and

should they be granted one last day at

the end of the year then only they will

have challenged themselves to closing

yet another year.

© Copyright 2013 by Vincent Moore. All rights reserved

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