Poems and Poetry

End | A Poem by Guy Farmer

When will this end?
Constant, unmerciful,
Unyielding, unending
Sameness. Stunted.

Expand rapidly, move, race,
Reach. The one you are
Exuberantly celebrated.
Arms open as wings.


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