Resolution
Go through this wee door,
Walk further and more.
Then you’ll understand,
How it’s hard to stand,
They encroach on me,
I don’t hold the key.
Dawn unlocks the door,
I wrestle and war.
Who'll bring me respite?
Enclose the cesspit.
A torrential flow,
In succeeding row.
I’m not the outside,
Come to my inside.
I'll sail the tempest,
Move till the conquest.
0ctober 5, 2022.
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest,
Btian Strand.
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