it’s to my own face
I hold the phone like a nine-inch knife,
quietly shaking/hesitating,
because
despite my shirtless warehouse shoulders,
and my four-day facial fuzz,
(and my obvious intoxication) ,
I’m still afraid of pain.
this poem is well, for lack of a better word, intense. Leaves the reader wanting to know what happens next...great write, enjoyed it very much, , , Always, Amberlee
'the phone like a 9-inch knife'-I think even Tony Miller might like that!
Stop being a cowardy custard Jack, a romantic such as you should be able to talk your way back into her heart.10 from encouraging Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm Still afraid of pain... Wow... What a powerful end to a brilliant poem! ! ! Keep on writing! ! Let the world hear your pain, your fears and evidently the wisdom you gain from such experiences. God Bless, Rachel