Thinking Shame Poem by Zyw Zywa

Thinking Shame



You, because you are here
you must know me
help me

You see, I am disconcerted
all sorts of things
do not fit

I have no drive, no fancy
I have hair on my chin
and spots on my shirt

There is buzz, there are
tiring odds and ends
my body is broken

I dream fragments
I have no overview
help me

Monday, April 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: old age ,parent
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Collection "Pending rain"
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