Sep 9, 2022
"where are you from?"
I look around bewilderedly
looking for the storm that brought me here
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rent, asunder, in no storm, no fanfare
I crack silently. splitting apart
from a fault that might have started in my skull
or the sole of my feet
I've walked and walked on no ground
I'm flailing in air
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roots had once trailed behind me
sprinkling soil into the air
until they too had worn down to nothing
here I am left
mute
I've lost my voice to the wind
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where are you from?
I'm from nowhere at all.
#poem#poetry#my writing#bad poetry#spilled words#homesick but where is home#lost years#lost months#crude unedited things#sometimes I feel like here's a story#other times I've painted myself a blank page#unremarkable#and it's all your own work#brought to you by staring at the ceiling o clock#un-peer-reviewed stuff
