Crippled,
or so they say.
I fell off a curb,
but I was okay.
It's swollen as heck and I can't walk.
I'm on crutches.
My arms feel like cement.
Luckily, I didn't need a cast.
It's just crazy me and my crutches again.
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Last Night
PoetryDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
