Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2019
I’ve lost equal space and friend
Lost monetary things
Lost pride
Take the bread
Take the water
Take land
Take the soil where I stand
Take the robin’s morning song
Take it all
Bare are these bones
Unadorned
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
  155
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems