Musings by The Poet Loriet

I Am

I am
all the time in the world
running out of time
in high heel shoes,
trying not to trip.
 
I am
all the love in your heart
leaking out like a sand pail
being dumped on a beach
at high tide.
 
I am
salt on your wounds,
a Sponge-Bob bandaid
trying to fix an
earthquake fault line.
 
I am
the air leaking
slowly out of your only
mode of transportation.
 
I am
disappointment,
dreams won and lost,
out of energy,
out of time,
and most importantly,
out of rum.  
 
 
 
Lori Beal


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