Crawling
One day he set me free— And forever… But wintry weather wears upon my face; And wondering when—and if—a waning waits For me before that bell which brings me from below To bask in brilliance bending in a bow Into infinity, I grow Impatient. Did starry, smooth, and sunny skies seclude My soul from learning sorrow’s softly rude Awakening? I found my person unprepared For pain and punctures though I dared To say I’d fair Quite well. In fact, when faced, unfettered by familiarity, With fewer fortunes... Sign in to see full entry.