The Joy Of My Life Poem by Lianne 1990
The Joy Of My Life
stones removed from a wall
no effort will stop them
tumbling down
spread all over the place
like testifiers of something
that was intended to protect
a being, confused
a few of them left to uphold
an image of protection
taken away
self-defense now unused
like a broken mechanism
that was meant to secure
a being, unsure
a being, unarmed
has no choice
than, cautious
enjoy the joys
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4/24/2024 8:10:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your poem sounds well.. Good work