Bars

Bars

A Poem by Lucas Ings

My arms slip through the bars -
My head slips between them.
White bars on ashphalt,
My head rests between them.
I'm not at fault.
If a car comes it's supposed to stop.

© 2017 Lucas Ings


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Added on September 25, 2017
Last Updated on October 30, 2017
Tags: depression

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Lucas Ings
Lucas Ings

st. john's, Canada



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