Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
i spend my life
grasping for dreams
just within my reach
fearing for all my
wits they’ll slip and leave
me out on the streets
This poem has definitely stayed with me since I first read it a couple days ago. Good work.
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