The Forgotten Man

frayed around the edges
       and collecting dust
            his origami life 
                  is static
                       folds dulling 
                             into uncertainty 
                                  he occupies the space
between existing and 	
                  fading 
              into 
        the  
background.

Hey, thanks for reading my poem today. I hope you’re doing well.

If you liked this poem, why not check out some of my other work on the website?

Take It Easy

Paul

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