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Nov 2020
When I was not a person
I could not treat you like one
I could not understand the-the looks
you gave me
When I was not a person
I was a crunchy thing
good and broken spilt in time
unapproved and no way in
contesting for particles of, whilst
lifting myself out of self-hood
I raged
When I was not a person
I did things
I couldn't do as a person
that piled up around me
and couldn't be surmounted
encasing possibility
plastic wrapping the settee
When I was not a person
I was a much greater thing
then all of you could ever hope
to be though blind and hopeless
and crying look at me
When I was not a person
I couldn't let you see me
like this
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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