Handicapped

Do I lean too hard upon this crutch?
So dependent on it, that I'm helpless without it?
Truth be told I don't know, and won't till I let it go.
A fall of fear.
Oh dear who will catch me when I'm all alone.
Pushing buttons on the phone.
'911 what is the emergency.'
I lay on the floor bones broken and ego bruised.
'What's your name and address? '
I don't deserve a name or place I can call home.
Not after this.
'But sir, we will trace this call and find out exactly who and where you are.'
'Just hold on.'
Click, and I'm gone.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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