Tiny Fawns

Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

wishing wells

squatting,
that refined posture

of a man curled and broken –
no negatives or positives
in his name,

we can escape
into pill bottles, tiny wishing wells
that numb our pain,

yet a homeless man
learns a life ouside of it all,
standing within the rain –

we try to fix what we have torn,
we have sworn to help others –

yet those on sidewalks
are worn out, forgotten about –
lost mothers and brothers

____
written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: squat

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3 replies

  1. I am in love with your poetry and it sucks for me that my Internet is messing up all my attempts to like your posts.

    “we try to fix what we have torn,
    we have sworn to help others –

    yet those on sidewalks
    are worn out, forgotten about –
    lost mothers and brothers”

    ___
    Brilliantly put !

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  2. “we can escape
    into pill bottles, tiny wishing wells
    that numb our pain,

    yet a homeless man
    learns a life ouside of it all”
    How just this is descriptive and yet brief, BRILLIANT!

    Liked by 1 person

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