MaturityA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
when
you left me, i stomped my bare feet
on a bed of thorns, cursed the open window
of my world screamed into the white
sheet words i cannot, here,
repeat
and cried like an infant
for the teat of sustenance
but i really am trying
to grow up,
really, i am.
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12 Reviews Added on March 29, 2016 Last Updated on March 29, 2016 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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