Drowning In Solitude
DROWNING IN SOLITUDE
Wishing my way home. Cold wind, soul-drenching.
Time’s tick slows as we near overhead track,
Drowning in solid dark. Turn collar back -
Grimy solitude breathing in the grey.
Worse than the wait, her bus arrives too late :
I’ve often plumbed the black waves of weakness ;
But now I float, an empty sack of strength.
15 March 2021
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2021
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