The concrete looks too thin to break my fall.
I heard a scream inside this nighttime scene.
The drunken man below looks too thin to think at all.
I'd forget this, but I can't.
The concrete upon which he stood looks too thin to hurt my feelings at all.
I'd pressed his buttons, but this voice of mine shakes with a soft mumble.
His voice rises, then lowers like floors in a box with closed doors,
like an elevator.
I'd hit rock bottom, but the concrete looks too thin to think at all.
(© 2020 Andrew Cyr)
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
