I sat there alone
inert
protected inside a frail foil
that stood between
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at times the helplessness evinced by circumstance is such that even a pocket would seem like acres for the littleness ones person is reduced to....bravo....impressive and moving
Very moving and nicely put as a sequel to the irate tone of the other. A true feeling for words. Beautiful. Margery R.
'folded my existence'..was that your wallet or a photo of your mother Rehan? - Very enigmatic words (o:
Very expressive poem. I liked this style of telling things.
acceptance of helplessness...we all hv our pockets full, don't we?