Bradley Smith Poet Free verse

Is This a Poem

I have broken my bones for those before me 
On the backs of those long behind me 
In the mist of the present 
A peasant of roses in the cracks of concrete,

Where seagalls steal was the beach I was born 
I grew up on wine and words from my mother 
The weeds covered all the birds of paradise 
With friends of mice and men 
And cigars to breathe 

This was not his story but my own 
This place where no one moves to fast.
And every acts proper and grown 

I remember writings on the walls of toilet stalls 
That kept me warm at night. A place of mountains and water falls, where I did hold you tight. That is the place I wish stay, till this very day. 

Is this a poem?
I don't know anymore...

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