Blessed Poem by Bobby Nenadovic

Blessed



not knowing the ‘what’
or the ‘how’
pushed me into my room
to extinguish my fires

I got the rule book too late.
the girls came too late.
and I
came too early

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Bobby Nenadovic

Bobby Nenadovic

Melbourne, Australia
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