Roadside ( Revisited )

I see him.

As unmoved as the concrete he lies upon.

Searching for brief

moments of relief

amidst slipping belief.

A part of me wants to tell him it gets better .

A part of me isn’t sure if that’s true.

Photograph: Sam Burriss

2 thoughts on “Roadside ( Revisited )”

very sad poetry!

Biko November 27, 20177:37 pm Reply

Don’t know about sad. But what is poetry if it has no feeling within it? 🤔😊

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