simone neal

A Crack In The Cement

I feel the way cement looks after 10 years.

Worn down to the point that i need to renew myself.

These salt filled tears stain my cheeks like raindrops do on cement.

Cold and grey.

Like my heart and eyes.

I'm just a crack in the cement, waiting to be filled.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 14, 2009

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  • Joseph Poewhit (1/14/2009 7:40:00 AM)

    We use to play DON'T STEP ON THE CRACKS while walking.

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