Hunting Season

A mark in the mind
A bar on the wrist
Hollowing echoes
That never desist
Dreams drown in shadows
And numbness is kind
Empty hand on fist
All seeing is blind



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-08-15 at 16:00

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Hans Bump
I love poems that challenge me to ponder their intent and their meaning. I’ll gladly read this again and absorb it. Well written also.
2021-08-15