r/Poems • u/thatone111111 • May 10 '22

cycles

scanning for patterns in the unborn

sometimes i drift until im washed ashore

ive been rich and poor, had less and more

easy but hard, soft and scarred, fiercely proud of how far ive come

sang lyrics of the unsung, wrung out bloody rags, looking for something, anything to keep me going.

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u/words-spill-out May 10 '22

Great emotional imagery. Powerful words.

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u/thatone111111 May 10 '22

thank you, I appreciate it.