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Tag: micropoetry

Vagabond

There is an emptiness, I can’t explain. An old man who lost his optimism and now covered in disdain. I’m a vagabond seeking refuge. I don’t know where I belong; […]

Space

Time is moving toward the vastness of nothingness—light vanishing at the unseen endpoint. So much, emptiness; my thoughts do not want to be alone.

Not a Drop to Drink

It’s hot outside, and the watering holes are closed. They told us to go back home and drink from our garden hose.

Pending

Leadership is an absent trait. Someone said, there are things more important than dying. Wealth is an addiction. Reports of victory exaggerated. They’ve corrupted the formula, and something ominous looms […]