Dragging Poem by Zeke Herron

Dragging



Drag those feet
It won't slow
That beat
Deep underneath
Those clothes
Are torn

Tattered, frayed
Dawn anew
Day will come
Quietly, swiftly
Only too soon
You'll see

The past
Wanting, longing
What was had
So stop now
Feet a drag
And notice
What you have

Friday, March 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: thanksgiving
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