October 8th, 2013

bad poetry oh noetry

poem: improv topic: 'Surrender'

Slightly over three weeks
I will surrender everything
that I thought I would ever be

on my own.

It is a common thing. It happens every day
for many reasons: it could happen to anyone.
I am as ready as I never was for such a thing

to wear that damned gold wedding ring.


- adp, 08 October 2013