worn

so deeply bent from natures tune

of indescribable pain,

split at the core of who i am

from a burning acid rain,

shriveled and tied to thick steel post

a tethered bit to own,

broken by love and lack thereof

a wisp of life, alone,

cannot stand on legs so weak

or feel with heart so small,

just wonder sadly, now and again,

if i should live at all.

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2 Responses to worn

  1. Warren says:

    I like your synaesthesis of the tactile and emotional. The realism of the legs, touches, etc., with the cri du cor is very effective and affective. Keep up the good work. Warren

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