no gold

i didn't realize the wound i was carrying

climbed the mountains

and never noticed

now that i know that

all this time i've been bleeding

there had to be a parallel

i wear the same clothes

collect the same money

stuck in a room where

the Christmas decorations never come down

i collect all my papers of my past

trying to convince someone to

give me a future

frustration in communication

stretch the lines

knock down the towers

and just meet me

open up my wallet and

feed me

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

Very interesting write. Nicely penned.

frustration in communication
stretch the lines
knock down the towers
and just meet me
open up my wallet and
feed me

excellent stanza...so strong and right on target