Poetry Blog by Alita Moore

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Time

Shifting between two plates,

Breaking backs,

Tender eyes can't heal me. 

 

Stuck in mud,

I lie besides,

And swallow my pride. 

 

Because we are,

So human,

Holding eyes tight at night. 

 

Because each creaking,

And elusive shadow,

Reminds me of my mind. 

 

So fraught,

And frayed,

I can't see beyond the bedroom. 

 

Yellow rocks lie on cold ...

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