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The Wee Hours

written by: Kenneth Vincent Walker

 

In these the wee hours
Of this a placid morning
When all is but silenced,
And the planet is yawning
In deep unconsciousness.

For these are the moments
Valued but taken for granted,
An escape from the violence
In a world reputedly slanted
In perpetual decay as it sours.

Indeed these are the times
Which try every man's soul
Throwing us way off balance
Into a spiraling vortex hole
Of deep unconsciousness.

Kenneth Vincent Walker

Kenneth Vincent Walker

Kenneth Vincent Walker is a "New Formalist" Poet, Spoken Word Artist, Performer and Author of BORDERLINE ABSURD (An Exercise in Rhyme and Reason) published by Poem Sugar Press 2015.
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