Poetry

Footsteps on the Ground

His eyes on fire
Combed the night,
Pounding footsteps
Stalked the fight,
And in the glimmer
Of the moon,
The stars have risen,
And the tune
Of a broken heart
And an injured soul,
Play blindly in
The hidden hole.
And still outside remains
The sound,
Of footsteps beating
On the ground.
Until the troubled
Mind now clear,
Has mended the
Impending fear,
That soon the footsteps
Close behind,
Will stop again
And then will find,
The door that he has
Locked before,
And open it again
Once more,
While from inside where
Truth is bound,
The footsteps safely
Hold their ground.
-Kim Markham

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