O These Long Shadows... Poem by DM W

O These Long Shadows...



O these long shadows breed a kind of strange remorse.
Sometimes the world seems so pregnant with emptiness.
O some are more carefree: filled with golden delights;
While others are forced to roam ragged realms of night.

Friday, October 4, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
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