L. Larry Amadore


A word lover who enjoys beautiful poetry of all genres and responds with admiration to fresh and felicitous phrases. [Retired manufacturing/production control mgr./marketing manager/financial analyst. USAF veteran; lived in US, Mexico, Germany, Turkey.]

Alone. Dark. I wait
in a corner of night
on the edge of fate.

At a worn-out table
with marred veneer,
a blanket of dust
to keep me here,
a burnt-out bulb
for consolation:

closeted in silence;
bound in desolation.

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