There was a day
Or maybe it was
Over a period of time
I'm not quite sure
I also don't know when
Or where
Or how
Or why
But someone or something
Or maybe something
That doesn't even exist
Took a sludge hammer
And swung it at me
Shattering the part of me
That was responsible
For making me feel
Though if you kicked
Over
And over
And over again
It would sort of work
Though there has been people
Who found a different way
They handled gently
With care and compassion
And it would work
Not quite as fully
as it did long ago
But still
I could feel again
YOU ARE READING
My Book of Poetry ChH
PoetryThis is just what the title says alot if not all of it will be free verse meaning it won't rhyme or follow any sort of pattern This is Chapter H This Chapter is complete
