Uglier This World, Felt Lost In
Though thicker, deeper lost in
No wood is gloomier
Than who's imaginnings within
Shape a myth, shadowless.
Oft through life's walk have been that child.
And with fear, their breeder
In day's midst, just so for friends' lack
Felt crowd round troll's likeness.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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