Basement Shelves
Today I found a lost peice of myself
Somewhere on a deep down in the basement shelves of self
Calling out to me in a low aching throb
I have reached outside to long seeking to complete the job
Yet the throb continued now as a crying child in search of his mother
Father or maybe his lost brother
Either way the cry beckons me to dig deeper – into the darkness
Being heartless – ignoring the crying voice for gains of monetary satisfaction
Compacting the dissatisfaction
Until the child’s cries become contemptuous
Rambunctious
Yes, Today I found a lost peice of myself
Somewhere on a deep down in the basement shelves of self
My name is Kinfolk Wellin’, and I thank you for your time.
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