But This One Poem by Charles Malcolm

But This One



I've been knocked out.
Had my nose broken.
Jaw shattered.
Stabbed.
Robbed.
Shot at.
Arrested.
Overdosed.
Flipped cars.
Stomach pumped.
Pistol whipped.
Mauled by a Bull Terrier.

I've lost plenty of people.
Women, friends, family, son.

My teeth sink into my knuckles.
Knees too week to run.
Nothing ever hurt.

But this one...

Monday, July 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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