See my quandary
Wanting to stay yet must leave
Angrily burning
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from George Zelinski and writers in Poets and other communities.
You’re falling away Changing every passing day Leaving beautifully
By George Zelinski7 months ago in Poets
I held it in my hands Tightly squeezing my grip so it would not get out I could feel it struggle as the light that fed it disappeared
By G. A. Botero5 days ago in Poets
The garden was overgrown, weeds choking the roses, the air smelling of damp earth. In a small town in Oregon, the summer of 2026 was fading.
By Hazrat Umer2 days ago in Poets
I’m sensitive to energies and sure, some would call me a freak, weirdo, I’ve even been called a pyscho but I’ve always known who I really was in the back of my mind.
By Latoya M.D5 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.