I am turmoil twisted
A rusty fence bent to the point of break
Barbed wire dulled and degraded
Luster long lost
I am damaged and dilapidated
A rotted post rooted in the soil
Black beetles scavenging every pocked tunnel
Creaks and cracks with every push and pull
Integrity incrementally isolated
I am weary and weathered
Unattended and forever forgotten
Musty moss clings and climbs
Where the sun no longer shines
Thorny briars strangle and separate
Stretching languished links
I am the image of a past purpose
I am the memory of a different life
I am the fence
Still standing but a year from failure.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
