Enough...Enough...Enough!

childhood-
chipped pieces of wood
stoking
fires of youth

wild fire!
ash on every hand
and face

pounded
powdered
husk blows
on shores of life

legs move with difficulty
the husk obstructing...

crescendo?
de-crescendo?

poem by Indira Babbellapati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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