365 Days of Poetry — Day 154

We are far from the homely,
stopped by beggars for life, brittle and bony.
They are wasting away
and every ounce of ourselves is dancing down the drain.
Because our voices are muted, and we’re determined and rooted
in a goal unmentioned, and a path ill-suited.

– Brittany Rose

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