Posted in Free verse, Poem

Day 118: Words

Let the words roll off my back,
Like a marble on hill
Craving a path of loss
Green grass smothered
By a heartless throw,
Meant to undo.
But even that fallow land
Will grow over
And be covered
Until the loss is
No longer is visible

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

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Attempting to discover more about myself and the world