#595 – Stumbled;

Look there,
My life has bumbled,
And stumbled,
Heels over head —
Someone must pick it up,
Lick its wounds clean,
And, put it back,
Upright.

#freeverse #micropoetry

#507 — Fractured;

I am the voice of my own wounds,
And with every step I take, I fracture more.
Come, Sheikh. Tell me something about heaven, though,
Of hell, what more would I need to know!

#musings