My Words, My World

Uncertain Horizon

I ambled, unsteady,

towards an uncertain horizon,

hands sunk deep into pockets

that held nothing for company,

while the rain soaked through the hole in my shoe,

where the last of my hope had seeped out.

Posted in Free verse, poem, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged poem, poetry, words

Sharon's Writers Tidbits on November 9, 2025 at 10:37 am said:

Creates a picture, Chris! Good! X

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Ron. on November 29, 2025 at 3:57 pm said:

Bleak brevity. salute

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- Christopher Farley on December 13, 2025 at 7:48 pm said:
  
  Thanks Ron. I was feeling particularly positive that morning.
  
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