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I am becoming
by Ben EvansI am the ulcer that's tucked behind your bottom lip
I am the last prayer you ventured before you lost your God
I am the cold water you splashed upon your face in the dark before the dawn
I am the turquoise band above the sunset that you watched alone
I am the piece you heard once and discarded, never knowing how the wounds would last
I am the quiet certainty of bearded men who stare in foreign lands
I am the single stifled ring that shatters silence in an empty house
I am condemned and smoking sharply these last splinters of my worth
I am betrayed, admired, forgotten, sure to live another day 09/26/2011 Posted on 09/26/2011
Copyright © 2025 Ben Evans
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 09/27/11 at 09:19 AM And if you don't live another day, you'll die trying! Nicely done, Ben! |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 11/07/11 at 07:20 AM I'll pay $5 to say this the next time somebody asks you "who are you?" I may commandeer it for myself should the opportunity arise. What I mean to say is one or both of us needs to get out more, and this poem is great. |
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