Fragments And Pieces Poem by Michael Walkerjohn
Fragments And Pieces
a strange place to be
remembering I'm not dead
IAM so relieved...
I, forgot my life
now my presence, seeks itself
through these nights; inside
my damaged feelings
under, my scared mind's surface
reveal this facade
within that dark room
IAM, swept under the rugs
left suffocating...
and my heart bleeds out
leaving its pieces to rot
under boot and foot
leaving me trampled
in my childhood memories...
fragments and pieces
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5/24/2024 9:24:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a thought-provoking poem, Michael...10+++++++++++++
Aloha Bernard... Cheers Mate and thank you for the visit, read, and coin... IAM looking through many past posts over the next few daze... doing a retro if you will... perhaps there will be a lookin at what is really inside of your prose... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two