I'm a snake, I suppose; maybe a worm,
The kind of creature which squirms away
From the light at any suggestion of pain,
And for me, for now, her absence is painful,
And you will see nothing, except for my tail,
As I seek shelter under a rock.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-09-09 at 01:00

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