Garry Smith


Still - Poem by Garry Smith

Still,
As possibilities,
Of that yet to come,
A cause,
Still to be won,
Who knows?
Caught in this dazzling glare,
Like the rabbit frightened,
With glazed eyes,
Full of fear.
Afraid to move,
From its motionless sanctuary,
Hopeful, the malevolent light,
Is just a beacon in the night...

Topic(s) of this poem: fearful


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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 26, 2015


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