Awaiting Revelation

Perhaps, in time, she'll tell me why she turned
Away without a word. Her face, like some once-
Revered god's, may loom out of the clouds,
And, in a piercing voice, reveal the secret. I may
Tumble to my knees, but, until then, I'll shuffle
Glumly, home, to job, to liquor store, my mind
Clouded by confusion, my life now suffused
With useless time.




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Written on 2018-12-25 at 13:31

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
This is short and stark, Larry. We very much like the looming face and piercing voice, especially in contrast with the shuffling :>)
2018-12-27