The Lampost

A poem

By Isla GriswaldPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Rain dripping down a lampost.

No passersby think to look up

and ask if he would like an umbrella.

Cold, wet, lonely - he stands

beaming sadly at those below.

I am, and always have been, obsessed with names, swords, and everything relating to ancient Greece and Rome.

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Written by Isla Griswald