Made. Unmade. Made.
by Tim Reed
Sinews unwind
Bones dislodge
Veins flatten
Lungs collapse
Eyes darken
Ears deafen
...and somehow a cry not my own resonates in this frame
tears fall from this empty man
You formed me.
When I was unmade,
you made me again.
Amazing poem Tim. I love it! It speaks truth at the deepest level.
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