Antagonistic-Amity . Poem by Alistair Plint

Antagonistic-Amity .



When she stares me down
amid those
dagger
eyes,
in-that-deathly-gawk.

When she mumbles
beneath-her-teeth.

When she separates
love-from-herself
and
love-from-me.

This is
when
I am
most
alone.

The speechless
corridor is full
and the air
is solid.

I inaudibly
wheeze
my
prayer;
of
devotion,
in this
my
intimate
solitude.



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Monday, May 21, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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Alistair Plint

Alistair Plint

Johannesburg, South Africa
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