Poem -
3am FALLING APART
Have you ever sat on a park bench
way before the morning can wrench this
night away
trying to peel the layers outside
covering this mess you left behind
slipping through broken heated fingers
years and days
no longer will linger
me this static art
placed between light and dark
inside boils another threat
creased pages
lines so long ago bit
written into fleshy mounds
which peer as ghostly foolish clowns
chipped gravestones
betray the birthmarks
shredded gravel noiseless crunching
have you ever fallen
APART
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Comments
You're very talented Terri (I've known that for a while) your descriptive writes are extraordinary.
- SydÂ
thanks your more than kind-sorry took awhile to respond -health issues
thanx