Chicken Scratch by Lee Evans

Lee Evans | June 17th, 2024 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

I’ve been counting the days,
like a prisoner in a cell
scratching hash marks on the wall.

I’ve been wondering what’s out there,
imagining all sorts of things,
and my mind has run away.

My mind left me
before I even had a chance
to crack open the shell.

Now I’ve got to go find it.
I can follow its tracks,
and hope that they lead back to me.

Poet Bio

Lee Evans lives in Bath, Maine and writes poetry whenever he is too weak to resist the urge.

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