Poetry – The King and his Cane

I am naked He smiles I am shivering He grins I am alone He snickers I am scared He laughs Terror, fear and apprehension – I am in his submission. Amazement, surprise and distraction – I am awed by his presence. Grief, sadness and pensiveness – I feel his disapproval. I sulk before him – …

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