Folded, Spindled, and Mutilated!A Poem by Michael StevensIf I was (were?) a home-delivery package!Life has definitely taken its toll on me
Oh sure, there are obvious, outward
signs,
what's left of my hair is turning
gray,
and my face reflects the years'
going by
But what I'm talking about are the
invisible scars
The one's that I keep to myself;
these are mine alone
Mental anguish has left it's mark; if I was a package,
I'd have been folded, spindled, and
mutilated
along the way, until I'm left on
your porch,
with you asking for a refund!
© 2013 Michael Stevens |
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1 Review Added on August 5, 2013 Last Updated on August 5, 2013 AuthorMichael StevensAboutI write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more.. |

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