Dec 2020
My World Gone Small
My world gone small,
shadows heavy
gather upon my brow,
this darkness inside me
growing growing growing,
as does the distance
from fellow reflectors of Light.
A cry for help in poetic form,
nary a hand to help me,
thus
I drown
I drown
James E. Roethlein copyright 2020
My world gone small,
shadows heavy
gather upon my brow,
this darkness inside me
growing growing growing,
as does the distance
from fellow reflectors of Light.
A cry for help in poetic form,
nary a hand to help me,
thus
I drown
I drown
James E. Roethlein copyright 2020
If you like this poem be sure to check out my two books “Musing On The Cricket Game of Life Part 1 1/2”and “An Extravagant Way of Saying Nothing “ both available on Amazon
