Amputee

The limb which isn't aches.
The dormant love returns
To life, like algae on a sewage
Pond. The road, in rain, is
Diamond studded, necklace
In its pretty box, but where's
The neck? The necklace owner
Tries to think. The road has
Gotten long. It lacks a place
To go. The odor of the sewage
Pond is overwhelming. Soon,
The driven driver stops. He
Shudders. How the limb
Which isn't aches.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-03-30 at 12:24

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