The gold strikes my back
and makes for a comfortable warmth
With the sun on my shoulders
And the wind nothing but a
gentle breeze in my hair
I live with
the constant mockery
of the companionship
which isn't actually there
YOU ARE READING
A Work In Progress
PoetryThis is merely a collection of poetry that I decided to start. It contains works I've completed and will be added to as the year progresses. I wanted to see if I could write a poem a week, which will be especially interesting considering my fluctuat...
