Zippered
the scar long, lasts
zippered to the flesh
lily white and encumbered
emotions leech glutted,
save for the dross
head down and unable.
To become something
That was never me
Comments
Desmond,
A poem to delve into, to be read several times. A sort of confession
Thank you for this
Keith
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DESMOND CHILDS
Thu 19th Nov 2020 21:01
Thank you Keith, much appreciate your comments.
All the best des