Polar Bear, the King of the Arctic

The King of the Arctic

roars his misery

to the empty chasms

 

His neck arched,

front paws lift

in his solitary angst

 

His cries echo

down theĀ  clefts,

across the gorges

 

The only reply

is the resonance

of his own sobs

 

mirrored

in his pool of tears

 

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