deviant art by slaine
POEMS IN PROGRESS
You know, after working over
these poor things,
some wounded, gashed, bleeding,
and holding their sides,
it’s a wonder they trust me
to approach them at all,
considering their fragile conditions.
But I coax them,
time and time again,
urging them to reveal themselves,
hibernating in their dark barrels,
knowing that any moment
could be my last.
Alan Britt
Posted over on Strange Road
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