Unapproachable?
The barriers are set in place,
I see no one,
and none see me . . .
well,
one,
but I don’t look up.
The phone is in front of my face,
I call no one,
and none call me . . .
well,
one,
but I don’t answer.
The hood is pulled down all around,
I hear no one,
and none hear me . . .
well,
one,
but prayers don’t count.
Do they?
Great rhythm and imagery in this poem. Well done.
Thank you!
I love this! A sermon in every stanza π
Wow, until you wrote this I honestly didn’t see that’s what I had done. Thank you! π
I love the rhythm of this βΊοΈ