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Stitching It is dark now The sleet-formed ice is all offering subtle light like Distant glows of dying embers remarking their coming death with sizzles and pops The tent is not seamed well...so cold is it not even duck tape holds Flapping in the frigid breeze mournfully What has held life together ending in numbness becoming embrace |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2013-12-09 13:23:53
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Such an excellent poem for what happens to people. When the patches we apply to our wounds still give way. when we have left to embrace is the cold and the empty