Tiresome Poem by Ben Partenay
Tiresome
I’ve never felt like I could
Unlock that chest
Unlock that door
Unlock that part of me
But the wind blows black
Hands me a key
Hands me a promise
Hands me a steady hand
Sleet falls like little bullets
Pierces the chest
Pierces the heart
Pierces that part of me
And one can’t always hide
In the shadows
In the corner
In that little space of night
It becomes so tiresome
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4/26/2024 10:30:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ben (obiWan) , the dark welcomes you to our side - of the poetic Force! Nicely introspective & economical. Rgds, Ivan