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Chris Dunn
Our dear sir does not
Control anything.
Much less
His own life.
Although,
This is why he is here,
On the edge
This evening.
Control over his life
And where he goes
Is not up to him,
Nor has it ever been.
What he feels he must do
He does not realize is also
In a plan,
Not his own
Our hero refuses to accept this fact.
Slowly inching toward death
Over the salt-watered walls,
He sheds a single, solitary tear.
Chris Dunn has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Chris's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Chris's latest works: