My own brush
with invisibility
left me to despair
and to fight
the winds of change.
The forest left
no utterance
and I was alone
to wrestle with flesh,
the berries, and bones.
Changes. Cause i just can’t seem to get me right.
Changes. Cause i just can’t seem to get me right.
My own brush
with invisibility
left me to despair
and to fight
the winds of change.
The forest left
no utterance
and I was alone
to wrestle with flesh,
the berries, and bones.
This is a really great poem, particularly the second stanza. Really nicely done!
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Thank you! 🙂
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