A Beast Poem by Jean Harold

A Beast



I still remember walking the miles

to classes, jungles, and roads

I still remember getting on my knees

to converse, weep, and crave

And I still remember about

that turtle with an ugly shell

your mother has

Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: hope,life,love,regret
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