Poetry For Everyday People
Words And Time
Trying to breath,
walking through
the storm,
holding my pain
in one hand
like a dry rose
in a book
I no longer need,
I read poetry
searching for air,
light, strangers
I should know,
a new articulation,
a little understanding,
momentary cure,
every now and then
I get lucky, not
often,
but enough.
walking through
the storm,
holding my pain
in one hand
like a dry rose
in a book
I no longer need,
I read poetry
searching for air,
light, strangers
I should know,
a new articulation,
a little understanding,
momentary cure,
every now and then
I get lucky, not
often,
but enough.
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Words And Time
Words And Time