Shrilly BillA Poem by John AntonioIt's something.Shrilly Bill never got his fill. He danced aimless while the world sat still. He mounted a cloud and drifted to sea. As nighttime left and morning arrived. The seagulls had gathered and pecked out his eyes. Ain't only the strongest with a will to survive.
Some days later Shrilly Bill then awoke. Eye sockets all vacant and legs all broke.. Then sunk like a stone and struggled to breathe. The light departed and darkness arrived. Now he can breathe, even under the tide. He served his purpose. He lived and he died.
© 2014 John AntonioAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJohn AntonioTiconderoga, NYAbout24 years of age from a small town, Ticonderoga, located at the Northern end of Lake George in Upstate New York. A nature loving hunter and fisherman. A musician and short story writer. An employee .. more..Writing
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