Poems from segmcgunderson
I stand on the bank on the other side
And look back to where I started
Before I crossed the raging currents
I feel a great sense of relief...
The Journey Back
is an interesting one
miles of walking on
tired, callused, bloodied feet.
treading back over
that eroded ground.
We...
Perhaps this was the way it was always supposed to be
Me at the bottom, the very last ladder rung
and everyone else looming above...
i met the devil last night
she wore my face
and had slinked on my body like a coat
she looked like myself,
though a few years younger...
I am from the cold worries of winter,
From that gnawing permanence
And the rejoice of warm spring.
I am from the two venus violets.
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