Vote

I remember in November Knuckles turning purple as the leafs turned orange My hand, a bruised, gnarled, yellow and indigo mess How did this amazingly unfortunate injury happen? I was punishing the walls That saw my loss But stayed quiet

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

docilestyles

For You?

Written by

docilestyles

Published: May 18, 2015
Time: 1m

Tags: #broken #sad #lonely #alone #lost #hurt #left #gone #bruises #bone

Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell docilestyles how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

About Blog FAQ Privacy Terms Contact

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write