The Selfishness of Selflessness

Poem Body

construct for the warmth at hand
winds circle to mounding sand
hardened by the throws of rain
fired by the past of pain
higher, than the angels climb
stronger, than the poets rhyme
passersby pay no heed to end
space for only family and...

oh, shit. there's no door.

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allen Poe, Henry Rollins, Langston Hughes, Emily Dickinson

Comments

That's what comes...

of building walls from the inside out and painting yourself into a corner. ~ Geezer.
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