Cover, Run, Dive, Roll.
Search the sky for shadows in flight.
Cover, Run, Dive, Roll.
Keep to the brush for a semblance of life.
Cover, Run, Dive, Roll.
Keep no thought in mind but how to survive.
Cover, Run, Dive, Roll.
This barren land is a burial site.
Cover, Run, Dive, Roll.
When talons are close, brandish a knife.
Cover, Run, Dive, Roll.
Shrieks pierce the air from breasts that connive.
The mantra of sonnets returning to mind
While gingerly resting by the meager flame.
We were not told outright or defined
Yet taught abide through a childhood game.
This venture recorded in a leather bind
While hoping to return together to claim
Our place in the ranks of the elders and saints.
About the Creator
R. M. Forté
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I'm a lyrisit by trade, a musician by training, and a coach by career, but here? Here is a door to my world, welcome in. I hope you enjoy your stay.
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