Something I’ve read (poem)

With three hands
he beats back the distractedness
in his heart.

It is not so much that he is alone.
But that he cannot shake off the feeling
of wanting to be with a stranger.

He looks around for a sturdy handhold,
one that will not come away from the wall
if he grabs it with his whole life

and pulls.
Pulls himself up
out of his unfaithfulness.

(Left Over – Kobus Moolman)

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