Friends -

They are solid as sequoia but rotten weather
gets in their way yet need your goods
rather than what's good in you-
after several backstabs
you now realise
who are worth suffering for-
those who turn
into sharks, once
your blood is in water or
those who putting aside warm bed-quilt,
intimate talk and light-
walk through endless night, lantern
in hands hardly piercing the gloom
at their feet, while cold wind
swirls savagely
to bring
a feeling of home and share
with you the reality
of human powerlessness
to uplift fellowshipping.









Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2024-06-10 at 15:22

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