by The Cowl Editor on September 14, 2017
Poetry
By Kiley McMahon ’20
Portfolio Staff
He sits,
lingers,
paces,
runs,
and begs.
He is starved,
parched,
alone,
and weary.
He takes a train,
far far away,
from chaos,
and clutter,
that his future life brought.
A new beginning,
a bottle released,
left to scavenge,
along with the past life,
that he so wished to alter.
A new beginning,
for a man lost in the wind.
A bottle released,
from his cold and pruned hand.