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Damp Concrete
Little boy with little joy
The past is cast
There's no rewind
Wild child exiled
The mom is gone
There's no more time
For here I sit on this wet ground
Wondering where my memories went
For what is left feels so profound
And what is found has left
Little time for me to find
Any depth for shallow breath
So long it seems
My dreams; so long
Stretching thin; long gone
Reminisce what it all meant
Temples pressed; depressed
Hindsight aced for each failed test
With stress that will not rest
The past is cast
There's no rewind
Wild child exiled
The mom is gone
There's no more time
For here I sit on this wet ground
Wondering where my memories went
For what is left feels so profound
And what is found has left
Little time for me to find
Any depth for shallow breath
So long it seems
My dreams; so long
Stretching thin; long gone
Reminisce what it all meant
Temples pressed; depressed
Hindsight aced for each failed test
With stress that will not rest
Published 25th Dec 2024
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25th Dec 2024 8:52am
Hello,
This piece to me reflected upon that which I would call innocence, be it as a child like phase or as a real actual child.
A well woven piece! Thanks for sharing, greetings
Rianne
25th Dec 2024 10:03pm
This is an aching, resonant piece of work. Your signature wordplay reaches deep and speaks profoundly and directly to longing tinged with despair in these lines:
“For here I sit on this wet ground
Wondering where my memories went
For what is left feels so profound
And what is found has left“
As always, your innate talent and skill shine; it’s so articulate, the reader feels an understanding and kinship with the emotions called forth by your words. A rare ability, and much appreciated by this reader. Well done.
“For here I sit on this wet ground
Wondering where my memories went
For what is left feels so profound
And what is found has left“
As always, your innate talent and skill shine; it’s so articulate, the reader feels an understanding and kinship with the emotions called forth by your words. A rare ability, and much appreciated by this reader. Well done.
26th Dec 2024 4:02am
