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What Remains
You drank away your brilliance,
Crossing the line between misuse and abuse.
Left is a bone-thin,
Incoherent shell of the man I once loved.
#PoemsAbout #WhatRemains #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #marymorganbrownpoet
What Remains
You drank away your brilliance,
Crossing the line between misuse and abuse.
Left is a bone-thin,
Incoherent shell of the man I once loved.
Unrelenting doesn't always mean constant. Given the right prompt, that old hurt can surface just like it had happened yesterday, rather than decades ago. Here's a poem for my younger self.
Unrelenting doesn't always mean constant. Given the right prompt, that old hurt can surface just like it had happened yesterday, rather than decades ago. Here's a poem for my younger self.
Found guilty from birth.
Still a child; tried as an adult.
Locked up; shut away.
Found guilty from birth.
Still a child; tried as an adult.
Locked up; shut away.