alfie lee writing

something fierce

the wind is some
thing fierce,
something wild, some
thing howl,

as i make
my way
to my station
i smell

a home less
man and some
thing that has been
dead a while.

something fears some
thing bears,
in time and body so
one wears,

something fierce,
comes to mine,
some what like
a child she shall

tremble as fall's
final leaf, crumble
to a thousand
little pieces, to lie

in wait in blinding
snow, to thaw
in sudden summer tears,
even as she hears,

some day some
one too will love
and leave you
something fierce.


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