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Riding my bike through the rain
observing my life funnel to the drain
chasing shadows of the past
I came across a familiar path
I go the other direction
sweet emotions linger behind
did I do it right this time?
my head swelling with pain
all my weight overhangs,
the pressed heels of my palms-
the only thing stopping
my tired body, to the ground, from dropping.
observing my life funnel to the drain
chasing shadows of the past
I came across a familiar path
I go the other direction
sweet emotions linger behind
did I do it right this time?
my head swelling with pain
all my weight overhangs,
the pressed heels of my palms-
the only thing stopping
my tired body, to the ground, from dropping.
Published 3rd Sep 2021
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4th Sep 2021 3:00am
Dear T,
There is a relatable weariness in your poem I found very compelling. “ observing my life funnel to the drain
chasing shadows of the past” like you ripped a page from my life.
Insightful and thoughtful poem.
H🌷
There is a relatable weariness in your poem I found very compelling. “ observing my life funnel to the drain
chasing shadows of the past” like you ripped a page from my life.
Insightful and thoughtful poem.
H🌷
20th Jan 2024 00:47am
