Poem by Darrell Herbet "Flesh"


Poem by Darrell Herbet "Flesh"

Flesh It comes with pain, but I got to press, to hold to make it sound, A note, but will you be quiet or loud? It comes with pain, but I am depressed, the black sheep in a white dress A frog that no longer croaks And like a human, sore throat Should I say I'm a waste? A lost cause? My flesh can still utter words when it hurts, but not only, also when it strokes. Should I die in sorrow? With the loneliness of tomorrow Insecurities hollow, confidence borrowed

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