Down Here Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

Down Here



At times, I have fever on my legs
so I crouch under my tongue, behind
my lips with my bag of simple truth
for there is few or no understanding mind,
Down here.

Any chance I took to strangle a broad fear,
Left me stranded with regret.
for there is few or no understanding mind,
Down here.

Monday, November 2, 2015
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