Poetry Friday

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Autobiography in Five Short Chapters 

  I   

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.  

II
  

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place
but, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.  

III   

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit.
my eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.  

 IV   

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.  

V   

I walk down another street.  

   

   

 

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