A Recluse’s Last Words Before Going Into Seclusion, a poem by Glo Curl at Spillwords.com

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A Recluse’s Last Words Before Going Into Seclusion

Glo Curl·May 31, 2026

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A Recluse’s Last Words Before Going Into Seclusion

written by: Glo Curl

Tell me when the fear is gone, tell me when we’re free
Tell me when it doesn’t matter who you want to be
Tell me when a sea of love has washed the hate away
And honest work is recognised by fair and honest pay

Tell me when the monsters have been crushed beneath the swell
Their lies and bluster drowned out by the tolling of the bell
Tell me when the soldiers have been ordered to go home
And children in the classroom no longer feel alone

Tell me when the billionaires have given up their wealth
And every country pledges to restore the Earth to health
Tell me when the bellies of the starving are all filled
Tell me when a day has passed and no blood has been spilled

I’m pulling down the shutters, I’ve stopped sharing my views
From now on I’ll surround myself with anything I choose
Don’t tempt me out by telling all, I’ll know it for a lie
But hope still burns you’ll knock and tell me one before I die

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Glo writes formal poetry and flash, enjoying the discipline of the former and brevity of the latter. Her subject matter varies from humorous to dark, fiction and real life. Writing is a challenge, a pleasure and a great way to fill the hours. Her verse has been published in Lightenup-online, The Poet Magazine, Little Old Lady Comedy, Better Than Starbucks Haiku anthology and other places. Her flash fiction has found a home at Secret Attic, Thewrite-in, and Friday Flash Fiction. Glo writes for her own fulfilment; if someone else likes it, all the better. She is still adding stuff to her website: The Old Fashioned Poet.

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G. Lynn Brown's heart and soul are hopeful romantics but can't type, so she does it for them, exposing their vulnerability and spilling their deepest secrets into her notes app as poetry and the occasional bit of flash fiction. No surprise that, with such passionate and emotionally driven voices within her, love, in all its facets, is the subject of most of her work - romance, daydreams, sweet dreams, soulmates, cosmic connections, and longing, missing, heartache, what if's and what could be's. And when she isn't ghostwriting for her heart or transcribing her soul's diary, G. Lynn is EIC of Micromance Magazine, where she reads and publishes sweet romance flash fiction and evocative romantic poetry daily.

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