Ogres
There's some suggestion of daylight in fact, but, metaphorically,
No. Those ogre cares which loomed over the bed as the light
Ebbed away remain in place. I will rise. They will follow. The day
Will grow brighter, but only in fact. In other respects, my world
Is doomed to stay dark.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

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Written on 2025-08-25 at 13:23




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