Distant (Part 2).

I have no more tears
to cry, while I consider
my greatest fears.

Yet still, do I mourn
the days that I felt
the touch from a thorn.

I’m back in the room –

I recognise the seconds
passing away and
to my heart, it beckons.

The merry smile
of the crowd
lasted a while.

I’m presented
with a handshake
and quietly, I repented.

The pressure grew persistent
and to this
I grew more distant.

– I’m back in the room.

– A. Brown

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