Poem -
Catches and clasps
Insistance, beyond vacant windows,
scraping this already barren insanity.
How can one sense onrushing calamities?
Is there feeling without form?
Any thoughts of dischord?
Forced to face this winters so called duress,
drunkenly fumbles my minds catches and clasps.
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Comments
Really interesting write Niel...got me pondering 🤗
Right now the world is in chaos, and yes, "duress" of "winter" is coming. So everyone needs to be prepared.