scribble poetry

















As I walked down the silent street,
My footsteps left behind only echoes.
My head hung low,
My eyes were fixed on the cobbled path.
...and all the while my thoughts wandered far.

the enveloping darkness helped me dissolve time.
Impulse lifted my gaze to an unlit lantern
that dangled precariously on an iron stump.
the sight that arrested my eyes was that of a wooden ladder
that rose above the wall it was leaning on.

Stretching,straining its frail self...
only to rest its limbs on the cloudy skies.

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