Stretch
Life is mud on glistening glass
polymorphic shape try to be solid
Trust a lie sold to the child
Love a sweet
promising treat
dropped at crying feet
Mum and dad ripping life
Their son elastic between them stretched
Lost to hate and love never found
wounds and cuts creating the form
but the space is where i live alone
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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