Walls
I feel around frantically
a blind man touching the walls.
Trying to gleam meaning from the braille.
Cracked surface, each crack
scratching my splintered skin
doing little to irritate
the deep calluses.
Layers of skin built up so that
it doesn't hurt.
First poem, let me know if its good or not
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/82trz4/the_raging_storm/dvd3qsv/
Posted Mar 8, 2018, 6:05 AM UTC · edited
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