![]() Imperfect VictimA Poem by schlanks
Minutes with quick-set cement
And a lifetime to regret The shaking hand-spun version of the truth They'd come to use Formed before their eyes in fearful favor of you The secret that I let you keep From the woman child-deep in her belief And however many more you seek It all comes back to me An early piece of a bigger set I felt too small to see © 2023 schlanksAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() schlanksNJAboutI feel that a poem is successful when I feel lighter having written it. more..Writing
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