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Disperse
The walls are sharp.
And I, demoralized,
sit in shadow.
Up against them
wooden boards push
for-
I do not know.
It is useless but to fall.
I want to tell them
that they have already died;
already fallen,
but I am too afraid.
Resting against crippled leather,
I stare at the ceiling...
and the walls
point down.
And I, demoralized,
sit in shadow.
Up against them
wooden boards push
for-
I do not know.
It is useless but to fall.
I want to tell them
that they have already died;
already fallen,
but I am too afraid.
Resting against crippled leather,
I stare at the ceiling...
and the walls
point down.
Published 24th Dec 2011
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Anonymous
26th Dec 2011 6:47am
a good poem
27th Dec 2011 9:12pm
there's a minimalistic essence in this poem; could it be the small yet unfinished sentences? the sentences that are cut off of their useless significance?
pretty little gem of a poem.
keep it up :)
pretty little gem of a poem.
keep it up :)
2nd Dec 2013 00:23am
