Manar Ammar Poet Free verse

Time

it’s time to admit you have no poems left 
They all fled before light 
Steaming out of your pores 
cloaked in Humiliation 

visions ashamed of the visionary 

I have a photo of your younger body
bare feet
trading dreams for soup
Aimless with purpose 

I broke my right foot 
You heard me weep in the trees
As I took off my old leg
And poured cement in its place  

I find shoes. I find a map
I find a box and build me a family 
Build a dog, build a boat 
build me a getaway car

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Beata Agustin June 24, 2024 at 3:22 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed."