I could smell the stench
Of our relations sticking to me.
Clenching my skin like a garbage truck
Gripping the morning trash.
But no matter how much I would scrub,
I was never fully cleaned.
Dec 28, 2017
Aroma
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Old relationships can really leave some stains behind.
Style/Type: Free verse
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Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
Harmonee
A grand piece aching for a few more lines.
Sometimes we have to stretch to fell all the muscles and as with poetry a little stretching can make another world more exciting.
Take care and keep writing, Yours Ian..