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Let Him Break It
by Aaron BlairGod never told me what to do.
And so I slither, without purpose,
across the face of this rock.
It hurts my stomach,
but I've got to keep moving.
How else will I discover my place?
I find subservience easy.
We all want to crawl inside
that to which we've grown accustomed,
no matter how it smells.
I won't make up my mind.
I'll let him break it,
and toss the thousand pieces to the wind. 02/28/2007 Posted on 03/01/2007
Copyright © 2025 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 03/01/07 at 03:49 AM Aaron, you've taken a difficult topic and made a wonderfully original poem about it. Thank you for such. |
| Posted by Meagan Green on 03/01/07 at 06:45 AM Really, really, very good, in my opinion. I could realte to it and loved it a lot. |
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