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Poetry Drafts / 19 July 2023

I’m tired of observing
My arms flailing like windmills
By a drying desert
Keeping wolves at bay
While tethered truths roam free

I’m tired of observing
People pulling my last leg
By a drying desert
Tapping pockets of gold
While bleeding knees greet*

I’m tired of observing
The distant hollow
By a drying desert
Life drizzling by
With echoes of time fading

*Scots.

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.