The cement slithered like sand through my toes
except through my bones.
I became cold,
a brick wall.
So much time passed,
I no longer knew what I held inside,
what I was capable of.
But I still feel.
I still love.
And…
it still hurts.
The cement slithered like sand through my toes
except through my bones.
I became cold,
a brick wall.
So much time passed,
I no longer knew what I held inside,
what I was capable of.
But I still feel.
I still love.
And…
it still hurts.
Yes, you’re a good poet!
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