One, two

The two of us 

Three, Four

You lock the door


Five, Six

Grab your stick

Seven, Eight

Was I too late?

Nine, Ten

It happened again

  • Author: ... (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 9th, 2022 08:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: If ever I was late, from school or the park, I got locked up and whipped. Many times. For many years. What to do with all this trauma if not pour it out in sad little scribbles?
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • dusk arising

    These 'sad little scribbles' as you call them are important. Writing poetry about our feelings is literally self therapy. It actually helps repair those psychological wounds we carry day to day. It's helped me a great deal and is helping others on this site.

    Welcome to MPS. This is a friendly place and it works best if we read each others poetry and leave comments here and there. You'll probably make a few poetic pals along the way.

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