Ginger or CoalA Poem by AnnaMy brain hurts Inside my head But the streetlights are Dim yellowing and Far between. Say hello nonverbally To ghosts and The anxious dead. I walk on the side of The street I normally Never would. Shaking from hunger And bad nerves Like bad dogs and Out-of-date software. Feel the crisp cool air And jingle the Wind chimes on the Transom of an Empty funeral home. Crunching leaves Under the worn soles Of shoes a summer old. I don’t know where this Next road goes And I don’t really Want to know. © 2024 Anna |
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Added on February 7, 2024 Last Updated on February 7, 2024 AuthorAnnaRaos Crest, NowhereAbout"I say, Wendy...Always if you see me forgetting you, just keep on saying 'I'm Wendy,' and then I'll remember." more..Writing
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