Building Blocks Broken

Building Blocks Broken short poem

Building Blocks Broken short poemPhoto by tuchodi


The holes we create within our lives
Whilst struggling with all the lies
A patchwork of building blocks
That sometimes make us have to stop
And take into our own account
Perhaps with help we can surmount
Though fear we may at losing self
We must put our pride upon the shelf
And know sometimes these thoughts
Are things that should at times be naught
For though our minds may be cracked
It is fruitless to look back

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I'm merely a wanderer, seeking to set roots and call somewhere home, It's rather tiresome to be at the whims of the wind. So, for now at least, DC is home-base for me. Always hoped to one day be a published writer/poet, but I fear this art is a dying one. If I must be one of the last standard-bearers of it, then I would call myself lucky.
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