Vogue Agony

I see ghostly shades
in the faces of
those who face my way,
like a close-lined sheet
swaying in a brisk
wind that has little
control over where it
wanders,

But I stand still,
like a rock bolted
to a boulder,
and all alone
I feel the pain
of the wind’s erosion
on my soul…

Christopher Rupley 2015

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