Exile Poem by Andrew Fincham

Exile

Rating: 5.0


I spend
more time
now building walls

I am so good
There’s things
I hardly think about at all

‘Til sunlight
drives a chink
through shadows tall

& then I fall.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andrew Fincham 06 February 2007

Whoever gave that a vote of 10 does not understand poetry. I'll keep it there, rather than delet the thing, just to demonstrate the absurdity of voting. Thanks, anyway. Ax

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Andrew Fincham

Andrew Fincham

Newcastle under Lyme, Staffordshire, UK
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