Poem -
Reaching through the rubble
A man
tensely
tied to a
tired tempered tower.
With his mind
like a reticent
rutted rat
scurrying off
to cower
within the
crooked cryptic
corners of
reality .
But whose
heart is the
only hand
reaching out
of the rubble .
Still hanging
onto a
half hushed
howl of hope.
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