The Amputee #poetry

poetry penned in moon dust

shoes

It was cold down there

where my leg once hung

I never talked to my limbs

now I hold long conversations

with something that is forever gone

We made memories

palled around as friends

we were a team you and I

well we were

I guess good things all have to end

Think about “Us”

If you could do it all over

would you run off

at the first sign of trouble

leave me without cover

I always thought

you’d stand and fight

misconceptions run in my family

you were more concerned

with perceptions than being tight

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