Walk away.
I need more words.
I feel this everlasting flame
will wash through sorrow.
Better days would only turn,
and reach out.
Feel the rain?
I feel the drops
run down my everlasting shame,
wasted time now over.
Better days don't turn on me now.
Reach out.
I will come around,
walk away more than ever,
walk away from my need.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 480
Reach Out
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.