#77 of 365 – “rags”

“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

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, 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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