Monday, January 12, 2015

a poem paused in progress

hope slipped & slid so softly away
sighs and quiet winces walk you through the day
broken days & borrowed blame & secondhand pain

This is a poem I started to sort of write at work then I was interrupted. Now I am very tired so this is what you get today. Perhaps it could have turned into something. C'est la vie.

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