Whittled By 9PM

Harry Atkinson

Snap me in half

And then in half again

Until when you grab me

You finally listen

So many words

You hear so little

Alive, so brittle

We’ve already whittled

 

Sometimes I enjoy being me

Though, I know I wouldn’t like to be them

Asking to be friends and it’s only 9pm.

 

 

 

  • Author: Harry Atkinson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 28th, 2020 05:20
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 50
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  • L. B. Mek

    admittedly I cant quite grasp the context or meaning but I appreciate the read, good write

    • Harry Atkinson

      Open for interpretations. thanks!



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