recycled

A Poem by Everett Dulin

time was funneling down like

it had many times before

but this time mattered

this time was torture

and there i was

watching you,

watching me

succumb to

gravity

my arm

reached out

never pleading,

denying your pity

grabbing your hand

was my one mechanism

and im deeply sorry that

i was dragging you to hell

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Added on March 3, 2025
Last Updated on March 3, 2025

Everett Dulin. Might see my chapbook soon. unfortunately this site has problems ig, filler.sophical more..