I carry you
in the heel of
my shoe
like a rock.
Small.
Jagged.
So that every time
I move forward
you bite deeper,
and the wound
never heals.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
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a daily poetry blog (minus weekends) and a nice way to not be a procrastinator...
2 comments:
I wrote this months ago, and wanted someplace to put it. Even though no one will ever read it.
It's been read.
Simple, yet perfect in crystallizing regret into words. I love the topic. I recall the film The Big Kahuna where DeVito's character preaches a man is not a man until he has something to regret. And Magnolia: a wealth of characters bound by regret.
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