Everyday Poem by Axel Rivera

Everyday

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He stood behind his window.
Stripped from head to toes.
Brain in both hands shaking,
by the only reason known.
God must hold the answer
right now nobody knows
this extra weight is heavy
too much to lift off the floor
everyday is sacred
everyday is bold
everyday forsaken
by the wicked ways of more.

Thursday, March 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: free verse
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Spiders are crawling up my spine.
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