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SG Holter
Poems
Nov 2016
"... ... ..."
This axe was made from
Oak and
Anger.
Forged in the fires that
Shaped my cardiac
Armour.
I'll never surrender to a
Woman
Who sees love as war
Ever again.
It's been a long,
Lonely time.
But I've seen peace.
Still sacrifice to the gods,
Praying for brief, cold
Winters; for all other
Seasons to be neither.
They all have room for a
Woman between them,
But my hatred for ego
Is a burning beacon of warning
Even I myself shun.
I just want the silence.
That deep, deep silence,
Whose last word will never be:
"Me,"
But:
"... ... ..."
That, I can love.
This axe was made from
Oak and
Anger.
It beats paper; scissors; stone.
Sees me armed. And still
Alone.
Written by
SG Holter
Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)
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