A Fall, on Westminster Bridge

~ bardofupton

Another brand new poem:

i tumble, bruised, to the ground
my limbs betraying me
a moment of inattention
a moment of weakness
something twists, that should remain straight
and i fall
kind/strange hands lift me up
and i limp onwards
the big clock strikes, late, late, behind me
and i limp on
battered
to my destination

© bardofupton 2018
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Queer, autistic, disabled, non-binary, mixed race, demisexual, asexual/graysexual, aromantic. My pronouns are they/them. All work original to and copyright by me, except where otherwise noted.

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