Fragility within the hidden shroud,
engulfed by shadow seeking to be free
I’ve shied away from legion and from crowd
fragility within the hidden shroud.
Emaciated on my silver cloud,
ashamed to tilt this face to your decree,
fragility within my hidden shroud-
engulfed by shadow, aching to be free.
A triolet penned for Gay Raiser Cannon’s Form for all over at D’Verse Poetry.