Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 17
A man trapped and playing his role
looks out from under your eyes or mine
asking

This current, this current must I follow it
on your imaginary shore, you wrestle
advise

Carried, decried, decidedly unwrapped
a burning sensation from unknown parts
advances

Just long enough to ask what's wrong
has moved on to more fertile land t han
about you

and follows it
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
45
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems