By Mike Porter on Wednesday, 29 January 2020
Category: July 2018

Man Alone

(with apologies to Shakespeare)
The search for truth
winds through cold and lonely
places;
there's little comfort
in that no-man's land that lies
between the warring factions.
But does it make sense to go on alone
against the flow:
Why not walk into the warmth
draw fellow feeling from the crowd!
The solitary walker weakens, wants
to warm himself
by shouting:

A plague on both your houses. 

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