Fast Poem by John Leon

Fast

Rating: 5.0


The well is dry, so am I
Left without the sun's last shine
Gone beneath and left forever
Broken stone is all I level
From the heath I see no moon
Sound has left me in this tomb
The hostess gone, in detention
Bottom up and unattended
I see for no one has an eye
The roof is falling from the sky
Although my thirst is rained
I refrain
To drain
Her open palm

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