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Steven J. Mepham

 

Here’s a poem I wrote about a year ago…

  

Lost, dark,

Tree’s sentinels,

Light going,

Trapped.

 

Lost here. The

Owl screeches.

The leaves fall.

Where am i?

 

A shadow seen,

A person Not?

A shadow seen

A person gone.

 

The waning sun.

The shafts of light. The shadows lost.

The dark of night.

 

The clock ticks

The face hides,

But in truth,

Where

Am

I?

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