there are a number of papers
scattered across the floor
but be careful which ones you gather
the one over there
under the bed
that one!
means a lot to me
its a poem of
orphans
in a broken down home
seeking comfort with
blankets and water
trying to stay alive
the one by the water cooler
throw it away
it's about
the meaning of life
hand me the one that fell
behind the refrigerator
you'll get a kick out of that one
its of drinking games and rug burns.
all the others
leave them there
thrown and scattered
alone and weightless
I will step on them from time to time.
every now and then
I may pick one up
and read them
On drunken nights
when I crawl to
the bathroom.
I'll read one,
just one
of my poems.
And I'll remember.
Poem by: E.V.
edited and revised by Sandra
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