floored


on my hands
weatherboard grains
of comes and goes
raining only sands
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of the winds
that keep blowing
moons dusty ole lies
Id do the dance if I still had soles
maybe I never told you
I loved you enough
empty as room without a floor

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2 thoughts on “floored

  1. Reminds me of the limited joy a person can have when distracting the ache in their heart, only to realise the emptiness and become floored. Wonderful poem.

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