apart at the seams
apart
at the
yes
me split
ting
stretch of whatever
wet
blobs leave
a st ain
break
ing
cra ck ing
a clay *** in a kiln
pieces of myself
fraz
zled
myself
coarse
to touch
making beetroot
pentagons on thumbs
these rag ged
moments
they cannot be undone
I have not won
they only go
on
Written: September 2015.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. All feedback welcome of course. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP in the coming months.