Aces Poem by Michael McCall
Aces
I recognize YOU
there is something behind those eyes
she lacks the depth
she lacks the Child
the line blurs but YOUR distinguishable
who keeps the Child
who keeps the clocks
who keeps the rhythm
my walk my life my depth
my punishment is to sit away from the crowd
in the pack of wild dogs
catching scraps of half truths and pretends
my fear is
no ONE will no i care
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4/26/2024 12:26:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
wow- great poem, keep writing :)