strange
it's been years
empty spaces
long-lost faces
what's become
of the unappreciated
severed and grated
pieces of me?
kept in a jar
on a shelf
in the dark
long ago
on the side
of the road
abused, alone
not given a home
set afire
with a north wind it blows
bottom a lake
a winter so cold
bled to the gods
now to rattle the bones
a place in the dirt
wilting flowers will grow
troubles me now
that only you know
it's been years
empty spaces
long-lost faces
what's become
of the unappreciated
severed and grated
pieces of me?
kept in a jar
on a shelf
in the dark
long ago
on the side
of the road
abused, alone
not given a home
set afire
with a north wind it blows
bottom a lake
a winter so cold
bled to the gods
now to rattle the bones
a place in the dirt
wilting flowers will grow
troubles me now
that only you know
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phedre:
That was beautiful, and sad. I love poetry, free verse, all that. Try to do it myself, but not as good as that. I'm sorry for your angry faces...hope that things get better for you.
phedre:
I'm doing alright lately, thanks for asking. 