Tossed to Hazards II
Being tossed in the alleyway,
staggering on cobble stones
and dirty walls that hover over me
as overripe apple trees,
while the bulls are massed
and speed toward me, a beaten man
with no spirit, grains of soul,
but I find the crevices.
You cannot keep score.
Depression, Failure, Fear, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, Resistance
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