nsence pervading
your senses
the burning wick
of something amiss
a sip of green tea
a watered down strawberry lemonade
a table with rough edges
little men made of steel
welded together at the corners
their solidarity
something you admire
a walk
the sun dips down
red and orange
flickering between the trees
"what are you scared of"
never feeling the same again
"spiders"
the wrongness hits
when you are away
breaking in the dragon
with a springwell of sadness
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
