While taking notes

 

I watched my feet melt away

Like a forgotten crayon on the sidewalk

I opened my mouth to speak, but

My voice crawled out and I couldn’t talk

 

I held up my hands to look at them,

And they crumbled away

Like ash the drifted in the wind,

And so I stood with nothing to say.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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