Fret in a Throw

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Fretting a throw

Of a threat

At my clan

Of my kin

In my tribe

Of my kind

And I fall

Far below

What I hope

To be come

What is done

By my hand

With my mind

And I find

I’m not who

I refine when

I foolish in thrall

Of my fictions

I stall

To remember

Just who

Lies beneath

What I wish

And bequeath

To the earth

At my end

Will and cease

 

© K J Barr

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