Stranded Poem by DM W

Stranded



Stranded between the rocks and the desert:
Condemned like a burnt red leaf in Autumn;
An ocean of knowledge & wisdom,
Cruelly rejected by his puerile peers.

O now he performs minor miracles
At night, in order to keep himself sane.
Not for him the glory of shared moments,
Just the monotonous treadmill of time.

Sunday, March 31, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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