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Walking Through the Hollow

Prose poem prompt

Walking home, well after midnight
collar up, and soft winds blowing,
my thoughts offering little in compromise,
I want to be happy, just can’t find my way.

Darkness before me — not depression, just
some trees forming an arch — to honor
me as I walk beneath it on the road. Walking



We often tailor our words and opinions to the occasion. Cutting here, editing there to make sure we don’t offend. The truth is seldom offensive — for very long. In the end it will prevail.

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Joe Luca

Top Writer in Humor and Satire. I love words. Those written, and those received. I’m here to communicate & comment. To be a part of a greater whole.