was attempting Haiku but meandered.


In Command

A big hall
Rows of empty chairs
barring one


which never has to wait
for him to come
and be seated.

he never hurries
and is never delayed
always on time
and always at ease.

How do you see
if you do not feel

And you always did
even before i could
but the beauty of you
is the hold you have
over whole of yourself.




Poetry by Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2025-12-09 at 19:32

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