My Only Crutch

The last stand

Holding myself up

With a crutch she had made for me

Some time ago


She took it from me suddenly

Without a moments notice

Cracking it in two


While I crumpled to the ground

Sobbing away on the floor

Unable to walk, no more

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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