#77 of 365 – “rags”



I find myself lost again

in the alleys of regret


wearing my rags

of failure and neglect


my colors are drab

and I stink of defeat


with broken bits of esteem

crushed under my feet


there’s a painful wind blowing

with shards of anger


and a haze in the air

of oppressive languor


I need cover

from my mind’s insatiable barrage


a roof that is more

than a flimsy mirage


so I keep searching for shelter

where the mortar is strong


where the music smells sweet

and the floors are warm


and my prayers aren’t left

on the curbside, forlorn



About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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6 Responses to #77 of 365 – “rags”

  1. SassyD says:

    Blackbird, you are a genius describing your internal state. I can relate. Thank you

  2. I adore this –
    you did an amazing job

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