Blank Verse · Digital drawing · free verse · poetry

Back to front

Complete me a cycle of the love of an object that which cannot be held.

Thus a past of life that never gets past me and never confronts what is in front of me.

Silly memories that pest me in my current thoughts that I need to give a huge rock,

and swat them and i will enjoy see those thoughts roll onto that rock back to the

front of my feet again and again.



®artsydhude 97-18


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