Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

24 May 2014

Pretending To Be Somewhere Else

It came creeping behind the corner
round and about
twist and doubt
Hanging on to old routines for too long

And we when they finally do come around again
and again and again and again
I’ll be there facing the other way
Pretending to be somewhere else
Posted by James M. Frost at 11:14
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