This was an experiment in technical poetry. I'll leave it to my more astute visitors to discern why I say this. For a hint, look to the title. I had intended to expand this poem into a larger story which would explore these characters further, but alas it has not yet been written.

A weary Priest sits at the window
staring at the blackened sky.
he doesn't know what he's looking for
nor even wonder why.

The lonely Woman eats alone
sitting in a lonely room.
she sits in wait for someone
to break the surrounding gloom.

A small Boy is playing outside
but he stops to hear a sound.
he begins to look around him
in hopes the source is found.

The Artist sits at his desk
forever writing for his name.
he can't remember what it was
nor from whence it came.

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