it is now

trust spoken
on bated breath

the colours are about us

there is
no in-between

lives you never lived
words
often whispered

we reflect on the art
that gives us something to see

casualties
on the pavement
lump in our throat

it was everything
it is now
it is not

this bloodsport
we call survival
in a city we call home

© 2019 j.g. lewis

 

 

 

APRIL IS POETRY MONTH
each and every damn day

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