September 2016 (2)

24 September 2016 at 22:17 (Poems/Poetry) (, , )

NOTHING IS DURABLE
my arms
a soft blanket of care
carry a backpack
with teeth decaying treats
a press of lips
lightly planted on a face
a patience lost over petty moments
that eventually tip toed out
orders cut into pieces small enough
for a child to swallow

in a backpack
if a spotted hole isn’t mended
becomes a station
where tendered deeds I packed
get on and off
insulted for a reason
insulted for none (24th September 2016)

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