Distant (Part 1).

I drew a line in the sand
a dirt trail lingers
to the side of my right hand.

Poised with faint memories
of happier times
I hold onto these.

I’m back in the room –

Full of chattering cheers
dancing around
the obvious sneers.

Small talk enters
looking carelessly
as his eye centres.

My mind escapes
to the thought of
forgotten landscapes.

Where, I could hide
myself away
at my Lord’s side.

– A. Brown

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