Kindred Spirits

A cricket's blundered onto varnish I've
Just rolled upon the floor. It's stuck.
It thrusts and turns and fidgets. Held
In place, it's doomed to die. I watch,
A little sympathetic. I can't help. It's
Out of reach, but, with my roller in my
Hand, a joyless life that, likewise, has
Me shackled here until I'm dead, I
Do know how it feels.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-06-13 at 22:48

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