Poem by: Bekah Turney
I feel my teeth
Sturdy in my gums,
For decades they’ve sat.
Tonight they illuminate
With noise through tingles.
Glistening eyes and an urgent mind.
Walk down dark streets,
Hands tucked warm in my pockets.
Late at night I squabble
In solitude I find,
My feet carry alone,
And nothing has come to bite.
I carry a corn poker
In my right pocket.
First thing I could find,
Like I needed to use it at all.
I feel the repel of anything
That comes to detriment,
But also my abuse
Of knowledge’s leverage I hold
On these midnight squanders
Gains a peace of mind.
This town grows thin of safety,
But I push its limits
To find the sanity of hope
And what’s left of its humanity-
The meaning of all that lies behind.
I torment the thought,
Come find me-
But the street stretches long
With sorrow’s empty halls.
Halls I walk alone.
And I ponder what it is
I am searching for.
I provoke the un-provokable-
A force unmet by my hungry eyes.
Give me something to rally off of,
As I wander the streets at night.
They rest inside warm tucked away,
With nothing but another day
They tended.
And I, the one who has unmet agendas
Blames the duties of my day,
Again to others who have their own
Legacy.
I, the one who’s floating,
Much to give
But has been un-attended.
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Photograph from: medium.com; by: Hannah Brookes Olsen.
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