Dec 2020
We are increments,
tiny moments,
moving from
one instance
to the next one,
and then on,
and on again
until we fall
and feel
our bodies end.
tiny moments,
moving from
one instance
to the next one,
and then on,
and on again
until we fall
and feel
our bodies end.
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)
Please log in to view and add comments on poems
