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The Creation


12.06.12 Posted in today's words by

Douglas Polk’s most recent poem to appear here was Rock, Paper, Pencil (November 2012).

The Creation
By Douglas Polk

days, 
one after another,
piling up upon themselves,
until a skyscraper of rubble,
floor after floor,
touching the sky,
with me, 
buried in the basement,
a creation of a lifetime,
but the rooms all vacant,
the building,
a empty shell,
a monument to days spent in a life unfulfilled



One Response to “The Creation”

  1. I felt I was in the basement.

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