by Uriel Tovar

It started off a small pebble
Of a thing
Uncomfortable but manageable
And ultimately forgotten
How soon these things grow
Stretching arms slowly
Branching out

--A small dark point
Spinning webs on tissue
Black eating white
Until the only remnant is
The soft crumbly texture—

Once manageable
Now dug in and a part
Of the whole
No way to be

To think
What our lives might have been
If we had just ripped it out
From the beginning.


Posted on 09/21/2015
Copyright © 2021 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/22/15 at 01:12 AM

I'll just drop this right here... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EezWCT-kicY

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/25/15 at 05:16 PM

Hindsight is 20/20. Brilliant way of poeticising Uriel, without coming right out and saying it...except for the title. Straight into my favorites.

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