Fable legs give way to loud voices
that echo across walls
cracking underneath
their shortfalls
at thirty to midnight
As thirsty
lungs
inflate
in bated
breath
Drowning
in
withheld words,
that
somehow,
strangle us
and
throw us,
across internal walls
made of frustration
and desperation
In a cracking room
that’s somewhat
falling apart
because you
couldn’t hold yourself
t o g e t h e r
you only
tethered
on cracks
you created
Because you let your fable legs
f
a
l
l
When they needed you most
And i still held you.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Averie Woodard
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I love this! Your use of words is enthralling.
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Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed it! 😁
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Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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“you only tethered on cracks you created”.. Wow.. The poem is so beautiful.. Each word of it is so precise. Great work.
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Thank you so much. Glad you enjoyed it! 😊
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