ShimmerA Poem by kym820
SHIMMER In the crowd I feel him…Smell him So many faces make it difficult to find him There is a rancid smell of rotting flesh…He is close I begin to shimmer- to the human eye it looks like I am shivering, but I am rapidly passing between the past and the present I see the sins of him, it sickens me The shimmering‘s more intense, I feel the pull as he passes by I follow there is work to be done. © 2009 kym820 |
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Added on May 7, 2009 Authorkym820Philadelphia, PAAboutUpdate I am 55 years old now. I've been away from the writer's cafe for a long time. The last time I was on here I was 42 years old. Let's see if I can get back on track with my writing. more..Writing
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