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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