I Had A Life
I'm sure at one point this was my life....
this artifact walking around, swinging
arms and legs...looking out through
sagging eyes, a semblance of habit
pretending to hold the thing together.
I remember it always made me nervous
that I didn't know who I was...now
I know I was never anyone anyway...whew!
O'l Johnny's dissolving
one thought at a time.
1 Comments:
I like this poem. Unfortunately, I identify with it, it reminds me of myself. Thanks for writing it.
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