Break Down; Smooth Over
1 min readFeb 18, 2021
Poetry: No End (To The Endless Days)
My natural, if natural it is
Spiky abrasiveness
Lives very close to the surface
But just why am I, so sharp pointed
It must be from my father’s side
I do believe he had a chip on his shoulder
About his missing schooling mostly
My mum was too gentle to be…