Poetry in junk drawers

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I don’t write poetry these days, but recently I dug through our junk drawers and found a lot of my old stuff.

“Backache”

Lie on the floor

Reach to the sky

Pray to heaven

To let you fly

 

Watch my back

Heal my pain

Trying to live

While staying sane

 

Stopping the morning

Endure the hurt

Hold on to your chest

Fell the heart burn

 

Flip the pages

Learn your new things

Hopscotch on words

Let your mind breath

 

Come to a block

Break right through

Because you don’t have

Anything better to do

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