A Fall, on Westminster Bridge

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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