– value –

It’s a lack of care

conditioned to disappear
into the thinnest air.
It’s a lack of heart

conditioned to lift up yours
while tearing mine apart.

I found my bottom mouth
rotting today…
I found my roof top just
burning away…
and found my common sense with-
in the decay.

It’s a lack of care,
yet in the nick of time,
forever unaware
of everything that’s mine.
Where’s the value…
in my valley?
Where’s the value…
in all that is me?

D.J. Whisenant

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