SEASON OF ME

SEASON OF ME

attacked
life
as if in a
title fight
yield meant
nothing to me
wrong direction
one way street
flew like
a drone
into a
no fly zone
putting out
fires
growing
tired
under strain
fuming smoke stack
runaway train
gone off track
stuck in
reverse
hindsight
cursed
bull in a
china shop
fish outta water
flip...flop
square peg
trying to fit in
with a circle
of friends
starved
soul
fraction
of a whole
part of
the scene
not meant
to be
shifting
shape
paint chipped
away
torn
fabric
part of
the magic
cinder block
built
patchwork
quilt
picture
piece
season
of me
 

POEMS3 by cindy lee loucks

◄ UGLY DUCK

EVERYDAY ►

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