
Looking up at the crack in the sidewalk
Unable to scream, I shudder
I feel the concrete about me move
“no please, not again” I mutter
I see the hand ready to strike
I brace myself like steal
I hear a board contact
There’s nothing that I feel
I look out at the falling snow
powdered sugar lightly shaken
oh to be nature pure
what hasn’t man from me taken?
I gather up my will
There are sounds beyond the mist
gentle breezes blow ahead
so many things I’ve missed
I look out at the falling snow
powdered sugar lightly shaken
wishing I could be pure
what hasn’t man from me taken?
You may not know my name
my boots trudge the well known way
“Survivor” I lay claim
with love this path is paved
The prompt this week at Poets United is Survival. The prompt is in recognition…
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