Poems and Poetry

Tremors | A Poem by Guy Farmer

I didn’t realize at the time
That my being was being
Crushed, image manipulated,
Distorted into disbelief.

Moving hesitantly, beseeching
Help for the most simple of tasks,
Waiting for approval that never came,
Tremors of self-doubt enduring.

Erase my horizons, tell me there
Is no sunrise. I’ll come along,
Heart exposed, eager to please,
Unwitting accomplice.


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