chalk

how much of my life have i spent,

my time and youth

perished in empty, dirty rooms,

to have but these callouses to show;

to beam wearied chalk bones,

brittle before my age reached its time

for bones to be calcite dust

i do fear

too much

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2 thoughts on “chalk

  1. Wow. I have many similar ruminations … how much time have I let slip by because of fear. Way too much, I’m afraid …

    Really strong poem with minimal words … I like it a great deal.

    • Thank you. The anxiety and pressures and such really can rob us of a lot of wonderful experiences. Hopefully, we learn to manage. So many things I wish I’d done…

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