Poetry

Trouble’s Door

C. D. Anders

It’s not that I get lost

it’s just that I quit looking

and find myself at trouble’s door

on the unintended detour.

I thought I saw you there

on one or two occasions

but I had to bite my tongue

until I tasted blood–

I never would have seen you

had I not been there myself.

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Published by C. D. Anders

I'm a pessimistic optimist of sorts. I'm no professional, just a feller writing for fun and occasionally commenting on posts I enjoy. "I'm but a stranger here . . . "

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