Chip Away

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by DarnTired, Jun 10, 2007.

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  1. DarnTired

    DarnTired Antiquitie's Friend

    Every day I chip away.
    Smaller and smaller I go.
    Give a piece of me to the bill collector.
    Just a small chip to the girl who laughed at me.
    A few hairs every day to the kid across the street who taunts me.
    Soon, I'll be scattered far and wide,
    My remnants in my tormentor's back pockets.
    Dust in their hands,
    That's me.
    No name,
    No history,
    A thing pointed at.
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I can identify so well with this one - I like it a lot but it's so sad and frustrating.:sad:
  3. I also relate very well to this one. You are so good with words and expressing oneself. I hope you continue to do so. :hug:
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