Nightly Stepping Poem by james watkin

Nightly Stepping



Though of but one's lonely noise
In walking, reduced to;
One's presence, ever diminishing
Its swelled emptiness through
World's oppressive entity
Intimidates, felt yet
There about him. Till glancing up.
A starred route; to forget.

Sunday, September 18, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: night,walking,world
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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