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burden
When my shoulders are bent,
saddled
with burdens
of life;
when I am tired,
so tired
(And when) I think, now-that now
my knees will give in,
a small little poem comes
and stands in front of me
holds my hand and says.
Give me your burden,
come, give it to me,
my poet.
— Jan 07, 2023 06:07PM
When my shoulders are bent,
saddled
with burdens
of life;
when I am tired,
so tired
(And when) I think, now-that now
my knees will give in,
a small little poem comes
and stands in front of me
holds my hand and says.
Give me your burden,
come, give it to me,
my poet.
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empty box
An empty box
opened,
knifed,
beating against walls
lying uselessly on the streets.
Flattened out
rolling along
meaninglessly.
Just like this day
empty
blank
so utterly useless.
— Jan 02, 2023 03:29PM
An empty box
opened,
knifed,
beating against walls
lying uselessly on the streets.
Flattened out
rolling along
meaninglessly.
Just like this day
empty
blank
so utterly useless.
