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Fade Fencing Voices

Greg Prince

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Departing from despondency.

Silence taking its toll.
Cold surrounding my soul.
Serving flawed masters, pulling my strings.
Word unfeeling, trashing my role.

Father can you hear me.
Mother not near.

Emptiness promising salvation vague and unclear.
Don’t come close.
Flee, get…

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Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.