Staring Down
Violence in the violins
Getting over, can't look past this
All that's lost in the passing glimpse
Breathing out, breathing in
Cutting out when you're cutting in
In the blink of an eye, left nameless
Holding on 'til the bitter end
Breaking out, breaking in
Walk
To the edge
Staring down
Facing down
Walk
To the edge
Not unknown
Not alone
J. Douglas Stephenson
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Of Dreams and Desolution: The Poetry of J. Douglas Stephenson
PoetryA collection of poems from the mind of J. Douglas Stephenson.
