Hope

John

I've been in a submarine the past decade

Drowning in darkness

Jack rolled down the hill and Jim came tumbling after

A Pint half empty, lonely and longing to be filled

Always had the thumb out, but never acknowledged

Just roadkill again

 

In a nest above, an eaglet, barely alive opens his beak

As he smells something in the air

 

 

  • Author: Augie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 31st, 2024 07:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Thomas W Case

    Truly superb. You evoke emotion in the scene.



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