The clock shows an hour until I leave;
I feel like a porcelain doll
facing a room full of hammers,
with no way to stop them, just block it out;
and having no cboice at the finish
but to glue myself back together
after the end of another day.
Fragile: A Haiku
A good piece, Joe. As they say, keep putting one foot in front of the other and keep getting back up. 🙂
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