Metal & Ink

Bronzed in baby shoes,

Forgotten in the slam of the door,

I'm not entirely sure that I

Can

Take

It 

Anymore.

Words, a rhythm, my heart never leaves,

Flight, take off, before your wings fall away.

There's a wisdom in letters,

In knowing what you write.

I can't seem to find the balance any longer,

Between the falsities and truths in my poetry.

The End

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