My One Valentine


Poetic words then these
An arrow sent to pierce
Through all of this armour
Fear in our ignorance
Has hammered into place

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 14, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. And this fear, is it perpetrated by society, or those to control society, or am I reading too much into this?

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