Thin

They knock and tease
and toss me about
I beg you please
don’t throw me out

The words, they mean
so much to me
You’re hearing something
you cannot see

The stones I throw
I don’t want back
The more you know
the less you attack

My bones are brittle
My skin paper thin
like a branch you whittle
and I let you in

Oh, don’t despair
Don’t send me tears
I just don’t care
I’ve been gone for years.

© The Drummer Poet
20/11/2013

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