The Wall Before The Fall | Poetry #2
February 1, 2016
Figures of strangers pass like shadows, From right ahead, Into periphery, Into void. Are they just automatons? I know they see me. I keep walking, one, two, one, two, counting it out, drowning it out. We’ve thought on this too long and now the time’s come, the battle’s lost, depression won. I run my hands … More The Wall Before The Fall | Poetry #2