Poetry: Poem in My Pocket

By Stephanie Anderson

I put a poem in my pocket

I wrote it at last

I thought it was special

It contained my past

It swarmed through my thoughts

And it licked at my ego

My tattered piece of life

Crumpled up, I watch you go

You said you would not leave

And you took my little hand

You once were my stronghold

I leaned on you to stand

But with this poem in my pocket

You’ll be there with me,

My spiralling thoughts of you I lock up

Better than to bleed

Put in a deep inner spot

Rarely I discover, to ponder away

Daddy’s girl forever

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Joy56 6 years ago

that was very interesting, looking forward to reading more of your work.

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winegoddess55 6 years ago from Mount Forest

Lovely poem.

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