Building Blocks by Fabrice Poussin

Seeking a purpose on the curious island
surrounded by land to the farthest peaks
lush prairies devoid of what he once knew.

Abandoned was the hope of a kin
stranger in the lives of those once near
not even a plea could reach his teary gaze.

Space empty as the cosmos imprisoned his flesh
tighter to force upon a feeble breath
another moan to reach no one.

Tall in the center of the familiar room
wondering once more what he was to do
he thought he might subsist until morning.

Perhaps then a gentle light would tease his brow
erase the lines carved by a burning anxiety
release him to the joy so long kept at bay.

But he knew the gate would surely close
a chasm grow wider to the shores
as another rain of stones fell.

He might be at the bottom of a well
growing deeper in the absence of man
forgotten a little more beyond the day.
Photo by Marlon Martinez on Pexels.com

About the Poet:

Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.  

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