Poetry

Proxy

PROXY

Dangling, waiting
feeling stuck.
Moving slow
living in muck.

Unable,
no reaching you.
Connection
lost.

Islands,
middle of nowhere
isolated
alone.

Wind whispers.
Leaves sway.
Rain dances.
Sun into day.

Blades of grass,
sky of blue,
together,
a proxy to you.

Darkest despair
there is light.
Abridge the wrongs,
lengthening right.

Be my proxy,
to all, without touch.
Rest with me
there is no rush.

Ease the torment
to flesh no pain,
remind me of all
the good again.

Be
my proxy
to the world,
outside.

Bring
together,
far and wide
beauty.

The world.
Nature.
One
proxy.

 

The Daily Post | Daily Prompt | Proxy

Photos:
https://morguefile.com/creative/Shenzi
https://morguefile.com/creative/lisaleo

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