I am breaking,
kind of, aching.
Actually -
factually,
cracked for years.
Stacked with fears,
backed by spears.
I am slipping,
kind of, gripping.
Although
fallow,
falling through time.
Stalling in grime,
crawling to climb.
I am crumbling,
kind of, stumbling.
Despite
respite,
biting in blind.
Slighting entwined,
writing my mind.
Submitted: February 08, 2021
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Ann Sepino
Another banger poem! And an accurate description of what it's like to be helpless or to doubt yourself. This is really good.
Thu, February 11th, 2021 12:37am