Fedor, Pt. 1
Brad Edwards
All I know
You've given me
Try to grow
But limiting
Memories are not my own
Experience is bought and sold
The poetry you gifted me
Is it even mine to speak
Tethered safely to the ground
The weight of dead men holds me down
Close my eyes so I can see
Dreaming that you'll notice me
Distance time and memory
Paint-by-numbers poetry
Creator watches over me
