Loretta's Petals-2
You treat that slice of your life
as if it were a black stone
to be skipped out to the middle
drowned-forgotten in an ocean so cold
but remember it was a slice of my life to
it was a rough stone but precious-none the less-
Forever wounded always seeking answers
sitting at the bottom in the muck
waiting for the stone to drop into blackness
because stones were never meant to talk-
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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