Vote

The rain's saltier than before, unwanted baptism. Turning left to prayer may result in encrypted guidance. Another sunset to the tally, pretty with minimal fuss. The voice on the phone says hello, hello. You can't answer with a thing.

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

reece-aj-chambers

33 / M / English

Published: Mar 31
LinesWords: 1139

Notes: Written: March 2026.
Explanation: A short poem written in my own time. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.

Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell reece-aj-chambers how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

About Blog FAQ Privacy Terms Contact

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write