No more can I dance with two hands

By |2012-08-15T05:37:00-04:00August 15th, 2012|autism, emotions, poetry|

Too many roads
to lonely
paths unravel
neither of them mine.
How can I walk
if I am confined?
Don’t bottle me
aged, like fine wine.I cannot feel
these feet are used
garage un-sale special
in a box beneath the stairs.
How can I walk
an […]