After The Crash. Anywhich Poem by Lev Brekhman

After The Crash. Anywhich



Just a wistful smile,
And a shake of the head.
I've crawled a mile,
And I am not dead.
Life is stretching, half-seen,
Long, bitter, and fast.
No other choice, it seems,
But to crawl. You must.

Sunday, November 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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