Under a clear shimmery screen
A gleaming sparkling pleasant sun
I feel comfortable and keen
To the point of tasting a bun
As I eat my meal I remark
A little cloud coming over
My head is under this small bark
Fearing what would give this rover
As time passes by the upper
Sky has been hosting some more steam
Dark is the extent - no more beam
Hark the thunder - bumper supper
Lightning after lightning it rains
Water flows have been strengthening
I know it will last some remains
But right now I wait tightening
Finally the raining will stop
In a few moments I'll feel free
From this scary downpour at spree -
Then the sun would take up the top.
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 days ago in Fiction
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