I’m staggering, damned
Mawkish debasement
From a man, half kid
Flirt with dizziness
My awful new friend
Dare show the folly
Flower or a weed?
Climbing a dead house
Cobwebs hold in place
Naive and sullen
Bravado retreats
Like its time burnt up
My face turns away
And why wouldn’t it?
I just can’t climb
Like the weed or the spider
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Jack Friend
Pizzaiolo, social worker, brewer, writer
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The Piggy Project
I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
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Lol .so interesting
Well written