To The Bone
This wears at me.
This poetic bone.
That as I wrote it down.
It became like worn
as every one.
Not as everyone.
Just get to that break
will it heal the same,
no I don't think so.
It can be devistation.
I just want to have
a bone to pick at
but I really don't.
Let them down,
I cannot even
count to the bone.
Like a exoskeleton
of something
that is not so much
more, as if
I search for
a bone to chew.
More than anything a bone to throw.
Less than that, a bone in hand
like an ancient man.
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