I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Month: April 2022
November seems
so long ago, December and
January too.
Winter hung around
longer than it should have,
and we could only dream
of weather that could fulfill
any sense of reason.
Now of spring, late in April,
we can finally sense a
change in season.
Enjoy your day.
Celebrate this time.
04/24/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on April 23, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Ravaged by rain
tormented and
tortured with nature’s harsh breath
Skin torn away and hanging
a mangled skeleton
left for dead
in the gutter an umbrella
alongside broken bottles
matchsticks and cigarette butts
a spent condom
salt and dreams washed away
with the rain
Items which once served a purpose
now used or used up
no longer of use
Servitude
sins and secrets
susceptible to societal ways
Disposable
Obsolescence
Everything once had a purpose
or a reason
or an excuse
Now
all but forgotten
until it rains
© 2015 j.g. lewis
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I know I’m not alone.
Aren’t we are all trying
to deal with something?
04/22/2022 j.g.l.
