When you feel
those bloodshot eyes
sliding down your back
or the cold slithering hand
of another
busted relationship
brushing past your ear,
do you feel
scared
ambitious
or
lost?
I feel all and yet nothing
broken
and yet
I am rebuilt with each shattered brick--
a testament to who I was
and who I am
but
what will I become?
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well done - you are knocking out some gritty beauties - peace to you JB
ReplyDeleteGreat description and metaphors. You leave the reader with a question. I don't know if we will ever be able to answer it.
ReplyDeleteAre you ever gonna write again? or have you sold your soul to rock n' roll?
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