Marshall J. Fletcher
Spiraling - Poem by Marshall J. Fletcher
Drifting slowly upwards,
It spirals towards the ceiling,
Caught by a slight draft,
Its smooth pain is destroyed,
Scattering it until,
As quickly as it came,
The draft is stilled,
And the spiraling continues,
And the smoke clears.
The fires of Hope have burned out.
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