20.A Poem by E.J. Michalec
It was the year of misplaced invitations
The year of raised eyebrows and cover charges The year of “So close, yet so far away” The year of “sorry, I forgot you were a baby” The year of “I’m sorry, it’s the law” The year of pals picking poisons The year of standing in hallways and scratching at doors Knowing if I were anywhere else on the map, I just might be social The year of isolation Marked by freshly stamped hands I just wanted to feel something again © 2018 E.J. Michalec |
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1 Review Added on February 18, 2018 Last Updated on February 18, 2018 AuthorE.J. MichalecCleveland, OHAboutI'm Em. I'm 21. Poetry for me is a valve to release the multitude of pressures that come my way in life. This profile more or less has every piece I've written since I was as young as 13 and the art o.. more..Writing
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