Saturday, March 19, 2011

Fall from My Shoulders


Fall from My Shoulders

Heavy, dragging across, burdensome,
I am a pack animal this day, hauling
a bleak cargo bound to nowhere,
merely existing to weigh myself down

& clog my pores, to veil my eyesight,
& muddle my brainworks. Such an
underrated time, but yet, I haven’t
come to my senses, haven’t stood
straight up & let the rubble, this
ruin, fall from my shoulders.

03-18-11


(Art © 2008, Poetry © 2011 by j. m. Scoville)

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