I Am Still Young

/, Blesok no. 101-102/I Am Still Young

I Am Still Young

Beyond repair
Soon Enough
I am still young
I am still young, my love
The bus crawls
Memories hang inside me
I level the grave
People gather around him

I level the grave,
I pluck out the weeds,
I tug with my hands at the earth
as if it were a blanket,
attempting to shake them awake.

AuthorDenisa Duran
2018-08-21T17:22:34+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments