Insanity
November rain.
No, not Axl 'n' Slash
but the one that's dripping
dripping
dripping
down the back of my neck.
Each icy drop running its course
brings momentary paralysis
and questions of sanity.
Is it worth it?
The hours, the days
sitting
waiting.
Freezing!
In the hope of a brief encounter,
a glimpse of antler. Heart racing!
Is it worth it?
I'm still here.
Copyright © Wesley Evans | Year Posted 2012
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