This Map, Me Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
This Map, Me
THIS darkness splinterd my light,
leaving my muscle and bone sore
to the touch, but alive, still your
beatifull shadow breaks my fall.
THIS wretched trap squeezes my
wrist, and in its place, plastic
handcuffs, still your shadow breaks
my fall.
then i fall into a trance, like a untidy
ghost, and fold myself into a map,
this map, , , , , , me.
So many awesome lines in such a succinct piece....excellent write David...(10) '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
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4/23/2024 8:19:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
My favorite line is your first :) Very unique introspection.