Thursday, 31 May 2012

When will I Return

He shook himself vigerously.
Swayed from side to side.
Hands motionless.
Unable to remove to load from his back.
Sweat pours from his youthful brow.
So he leaned forwards to ease the frustration.
Litte left for consulation.
Gone too far to turn back.
In the distance.
His destination.
A mile or so away.
Pulled himself together.
This time is forever.

1 comment:

  1. Really nice. I will let you know when my poetry books are published.