
Gleam then gloom
He stares off at nothing in particular; blank faced and lonely in his room.
The leaves fall cyclic and repetitive, nothing new this autumn year will come.
A familiar place he rests his head, figuratively he sucks his thumb, longing.
Absent comfort,
Bathed in cold,
There's a warm soft centre scared to grow bold.
Defensive demeaner, kitted in armour,
A pretence defending the unsure core.
A call for help and a steep mountain cliff aren't so different after all.
About the Creator
William Kane McHardy
Just having fun.




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