The Daily Poem

THIS HOLLOW STONE

It might as well

be one ceramic room,

As slick and white as living in a shell.

I'm all alone

inside this heavy place,

No doors or windows in this hollow stone.

I hear the sound

of someone just outside,

Their footfalls close beside my barren ground.

The scream I cry,

(a murmur from within)

And once again my rescue passes by.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Novel Verse Form

At Sea, bound for Hawaii

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JOURNAL: Ocean Princess (4th Night)

~ The Daily Poet