breathe in cold vapors
ash, heat in our lungs
exhale through a shattered doorway
all eyes turn upon us
newcomers to the void
standing where the circle burns
out of place
alive
the scent of flesh about us
do they beckon or dismiss?
empty seats wait in the firelight
us, rooted among trees with bent heads
all waiting for wind to howl again
stillness broken at the coming of a nameless thing
calling from a distance
begging to return to the circle
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Mitchel David Ring 
9 responses to “newcomers”
King Ring is back……missed your work a lot. Can’t wait to see more🙂
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Hah! Thanks Sol, I need to get back to posting regularly. It’s really me being lazy–no excuse other than that. Cheers (:
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Very ominous feeling reading this piece. Nice work my friend. ❤️
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Love the images forming in my head with this one.
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Great images. Love this.
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Thanks so much! (:
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Great to see you again!
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Wow you write really beautiful poems. Ill definetly come back for more! Thanks for sharing.
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I really appreciate that! Thank you so much for reading (:
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