Over The Fence

My life has gone over the fence
I balance atop unsteady days
And call loudly to my neighbor
Hands sore from corrugations
And wooden supporting posts
I feel all of my painful inabilities
As deeply as the afternoon sun
Burns a path beneath bare feet
Perhaps I need to front the door
Cap in hand and full of contrition
Or forget about games altogether

Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-01-02 at 12:51

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Contrition for what, being human? This is very good.

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I really like this. No unnecessary words, and a clear picture.