The Chair Here Next To My Bed
The air grows heavy in this darkened room. Light's particles are now more apparent
as they move gently upwards in a swirling motion.
You are here again taking a seat upon this humble throne... the chair here next to my bed.
It is the best chair that I can offer for your comfort my longtime royal friend.
To pick me... a lowly subject, as you visit me in all of my many moods and needs.
So near, so near to me... our closeness never leaves me unaffected.
by S.E. Clark
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