Poetry

Blessed

The rain slides down the old tin awning;Its cool touch leaves me unwanting.Running off the corner onto the groundIt puddles the area. As I…

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In the doorway

I stand in the doorwayLooking at myself.I’m staring. Unfaltering. Eyes fixed on myself. I’m doing everything I’ve done a million times before,Including losing myselfI…

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