daily poetry
committed to creating and posting one poem per day.
December 21, 2011
#957 a ball and chain named Guilt
he undresses
stares at his ankle
bleeding and blistered and bruised
crawls into bed, alone
wondering why
the next morning
he crawls out of bed
heavy and heartsick and unhappy
alone
wondering why
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