Jeffrey Philip Clegg

Rookie - 3 Points (09/12/1959 / Macon, Georgia)

Little Man Off Compass - Poem by Jeffrey Philip Clegg

The shards of
glass

From my shattered
spirit

Push outward through my
skin.

My dreams bleed from
the

Pulsing red
wounds.

I grope for truth while

God

Shakes his head and

Weeps.

He wants me to wander

Out of the forest

But I keep

Waltzing around in circles

Bleeding to death in the

Dancing
rain.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 7, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 7, 2005


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