abandoned by Richard Trotter I came as a stranger in the cannon hall and rose to the limits like a flare above the sandy earth , untended then fell as a slow dying cloud. My soggy veins, now fatal bow to the mournful distribution of cold water through the centres, inside me to shimmer in peace. For I feel the fire of clammy sheets: head fallen in remnants of wonder no brooding kind shrapnel, race up to find no one. 07/16/2003 Author's Note: old poem- Posted on 03/03/2004 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Stephanie Kent on 03/06/04 at 04:38 PM Very effective and haunting... Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)