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Poetry

Each of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.

Bottle

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by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

I'm a bottle on the street,

pieces scattered on concrete,

trampled upon by your feet,

not knowing whose there,

walking without care,

till my shards can tear.

Screaming pained with such surprise,

the air filled by your shrill cries,

bleeding wide open eyes,

finally aware,

with a panicked stare,

at your toes stripped bare.