Pocketfull Of Nothing

Short Stuff

My heart-

like a pocket

sewn into my chest

(threads frayed)

(barely holding)

carries only spare changes

...of life,

way at its bottom

not even room

for a penny thought

-when so full of


but pain.

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Written: 2003

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I enjoyed this.  Great words indeed.  Thank you for sharing.