He sits alone
and nurses wounds inflicted
by sharp criticisms,
the cuts deeper,
the pain more keenly felt
since he cannot remember
and so is left to wonder:
“Did I?”
“What else did I?”
7 March 2012
1 Train
Manhattan
He sits alone
and nurses wounds inflicted
by sharp criticisms,
the cuts deeper,
the pain more keenly felt
since he cannot remember
and so is left to wonder:
“Did I?”
“What else did I?”
7 March 2012
1 Train
Manhattan