my life is a boulevard
i am a piece of broken dreams
my life is a bough
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good write deep to the bones...great poem...well done.. Best Wishes, Ency Bearis
OMG Beibee, this sounds just like me. I am all of this and more. I am a floor, being trampled to death. You may be in Nigeria, Beibee, but your poem spans the world, and many throughouut the world can identify. I am in America, and this sent shivers down my back becasue it is so much me, it is scary. You have written this like it is for a lot of people. Thank you for sharing, you write very well and from the soul. Hugs, Barbara
barbara... thank you for your kind and thoughtful words. the poem sounds like millions of us on the face of this world - irrespective of the race, space or face. we breathe the same air and share almost the same fear. fulgencio, thanks too!