Oct 03 2006

The Middle

Category: Poetry — dryvetyme @ 1:13 pm

Sticks & stones
It takes more than that
to make him feel a thing.

All alone.
She prefers the false solace
that her lonely heart brings.

All that was held out is crushed.
All that was held back is withered.
The middle has disappeared.

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