Growing ApartA Poem by scarlynn
Illusive and messy enough
for collateral damage to echo through veins of my grandchildren. I take one for the team in the nighttime, leather couch counting my tosses and turns my tears sucked dry by time himself. I deflate into my mold of disappointment.
© 2015 scarlynn |
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Added on November 28, 2015 Last Updated on November 28, 2015 |