HE SWIRLS INTO THE ROOM
UNMINDFUL OF THE STARES
PEOPLE STEPPING BACK
HE GOES WHERE HE WOULD
OBLIVIOUS TO ALL
BUT HIS OWN DESIRES.
BUT THEN,
SOMETHING AHEAD
HE TURNS
PERHAPS IN FEAR
AND FALTERS
SLOWLY HE SUCCUMBS
DOWN HE DROPS
DARTING LEFT
TWISTING RIGHT
IS THERE NO ESCAPE?
WILL NO ONE HELP?
ALONE HE FALLS,
ALONE HE DIES.
A SINGLE FLAKE OF SNOW
FIRESIDE.
This is super, really good.
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Thank you Richard, that means a lot to me.
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You’re welcome 😄
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That was wonderful! I had to go back and read it again – just because I wanted to. I see so much meaning in there, whether intended or not.
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Thank you so much. It was just me being silly.With perhaps a little angst thrown in.
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Angst – the poet’s kibble 🙂
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hahah good way to say it!
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