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Circle of my Life.

Anxious.

By Richard ProsserPublished 10 months ago 1 min read

Moving self consciously through a sea of strangers;

Bright sun in the afternoon sky.

Searching for sanctuary in a vast sandy expanse;

Longing to dip my toe.

Overwhelmed, the dread of ice cold rejection.

Withdraw once more, sad and empty.

The circle of my life.

sad poetry

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Richard Prosser

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I am at the beginning, please bestow your critique.

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