Less Poem by Sandra jacks

Less



Here i am
sitting in my
broken home.

Left alone,
like a feather in this powerful wind
overpowered,
just a flower

just a feather,
nothing more
somewhat less
then i was before

really not much here
to adore,
just a girl standing
on the opened floor

The walls are black
the ground is cement
it's dry
and cold
but it's all that makes sense

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