A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Sunday, May 19, 2019

The bad day.

There was a point of sensation
on her arm.
It wasn't pain
but it hurt the same.
Acute, intense and describable,
without being anything one can name,
but it faded away, which was even worse.
Now she couldn't even describe the feel,
except that it was. She was sure of it.
She'd never felt anything quite so real.

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