A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Thursday 22 September 2016
06/09 Chair
Chair is there
Over there
In that corner
It sits
And waits
For a person
To take advantage of it
Sitting
Waiting
Or does it stand
Stand and wait
On four legs, one broken
Empty and
Lonely
Calling silently
Fill me
Fill me
Fill me
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