2/28/16 III

2/28/16 III

A Poem by heckos

the icy wind whips past your face

you’ve found it hard to stay in place

a wandering soul, a walking ghost

lost to those you love the most

i wonder now, as I sit here

will you ever settle, dear?

© 2016 heckos


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heckos
Comments are appreciated, but I'm not interested in actual critique. Thank you!

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Added on August 6, 2016
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heckos
heckos

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I'm an art student studying animation and illustration, but I also have a love for reading and writing. My favorite genre is fantasy, and I have a webcomic called Frames. more..