Gordon G Hall
Writer and Neo-Philhellene

Poetry for Realism


There is only this
This small most insignificant of things
Things like this you might stand on
On not seeing such
Such is the way of the world

The world is a word too big
Big enough to lose myself in
In desperation perhaps
Perhaps in love or longing
Longing to be somewhere familiar

Somewhere familiar is what I need
Need to sustain me and provide comfort
comfort is something like desire
Desire sometimes lessens my fears
Fears entrenched in my life

My life is not at all important
Important only to me and perhaps a few others
Others have their own insignificant lives
Lives that you might stand on
On your way to your own death



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Inspiration from this glorious world.