
Anything Else
-Shannon P. Laws
It flakes off my shoulder when I bend down
Black trails my movement
Dark spots in the corner of my eye
let me know it’s still there
A reminder of the charcoal thread
that ties me to my past
whisps of whispers from
that one night long ago
The hurt bleeds out
over the decades
dribbles into a bucket
deeper than my lifetime will hold
A pain oozes out of me
weeps down the bark of me
black like sap
Thank you for posting such a beautiful poem…
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Thank you Roger 🙂
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