The Lark
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The Lark

I Pause in Places

Where winners of races

Photo by The Silverdalex on Unsplash

I pause in the places where winners of races
Stand backs turned to the vanquished and burned
And standing there on the altar of agony
Is the trophy that everyone, yearned.

I gaze at the space that is empty
To the drums and the sounds of the crowd
To the baying and praying of preachers
Until…

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David Rudder

David Rudder

Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.