Molting

Right at this moment, feeling so much loss.
Uproot the timeline & so much is tossed.

Convicting memories, naming them trash.
Mundane days & disposable cash.

A life on papers that no longer count.
My loss is in watching my rubbish mount.

So many times, for me, this scene’s black bag.
Foster care, school, college, flats; what a drag.

Memories fading in blinks & in yawns.
New ones are waiting; soon as I move on.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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