Quicksand thugs my backbone with struggle
and I grieve October took you.
I can hold your voice in the palm
of my hand, raise a fist in rebellion,
rally against hell’s gate, but
fear brings a loaded weapon.
The Violent Bleak keep growing
an army of the demented.
Let me drink courage from your echo.
Saying goodbye to Tom Petty was tough. I need an infusion of his grit to not back down.
Friday 55 ~ 12/1/17 & Real Toads ~ A Skyflower Friday ~ Goodbye