I stubbed my toe
walking too close
to the turning
of the corner
Time does it to me
Every way
My toes have been broken
the way a second hand initially needs to be bent to tick
I can feel it
slipping and releasing
slows gravity for a moment
the little bones are broken
and no matter how many corners I try to cut
you have passed
Philip V. Coombs 11-12am
Sooo sad. Great poem
I am so glad you liked it