Saturday, November 18, 2017

Well Bottom Dry

No need to
Try to
Save me

I’ve been pinched into
This lie of a life since
Before I
Was born

We all do the minimal
Maximum we are
Capable of

Which serves to
Drag me through
My days
My nights
My pinions pulled
Lassoed and roped
My only flight
A light scratch of a line
Drawn in the dust
Not even
Sand
Anymore

An ending
Would be
Nice

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