Break down

Each time

her frequency

Is touched

With haste

 

She sees

Reality

Reflecting

 

The brakes

Are losing

Their grip

 

A frequency 

Poked her

Wounds

She bit

 

They just squished

Then bled

The ground

This trip

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

TTTT

 

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allets's picture

Ouch!

When it rains...when it snows, when it rains then snows then does other stuff...time to step back and reassess now. The future is waiting. Good write - matches my mood now, assuredly. I am determined to rise though. After the holidays probably. Be well. Smile and smile - p.s. I like the form of this poem. slc


Stella L. Crews