Tag: Poetry
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my lost list
sooner rather later, I’ll make a list of regret follies stupidities much better yet one of people I’ve wandered past. opportunities lost those better left yet forgotten I have a draft I refer to it often But you won’t be on it.
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dying alone on the rubble strewn road
I’m walking to work and a woman falls beside Me crouching on the road my way to her blocked By another bending over her. Until another Fending him off Starts yelling Two men pushing each other. Meanwhile the woman on the road lies Prone bleeding Bruised beyond mine and any help Suffering alone : she…
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Post Judgement
Two seats in front of me, A woman is squeezing her eyes, tight together while the man next to her, murmurs her through the stops remaining.
