The prize is glitter,

like flame is to

a moth. But don’t

expect that from me;

please, I don’t have

that power or glory.

I’m just like you

wondering how to snare

that same award craved.

And will I remain

upon this empty street

waiting for some penny

or on some inside

wondering, staring helplessly out.


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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