Silent Implosion
At the furthest bank
This river flows
I dip my trembling toes
The highest cloud
I’ve yet to reach
I sit and then I eat
The horizon
Won’t yet soon evade
And then I’ll sit beneath its shade
Rationed
Stretched thin
One drop of margarine
On burnt white bread
In the darkest cave
I’ve dared to dwell
I cry and scream at hell
Copyright © Julian Joseph | Year Posted 2011
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