A Million Stories


Against the red of rising sun,

A million stories, more

Whisper to bring the years undone,

Call back a dreadful underscore.


Talk to me, I’m listening,

Bring anger, tears and shame,

Let your toils rise up and sing,

Cry pain and shout your names.


Today our peace is piercing, loud;

Our comforts now abrasive

As fury builds and sorrow shrouds

For what you had to give.


These memories don’t belong to me

Yet I will make them mine

You are those I’ll never see

Yet long will thanks enshrine.

Categories: HistOracles, Stories & Poems

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