Poem 6

I called the police
They came
And took notes

I said
It was nothing
Meant nothing
A mistake

It couldn’t go on
And now I am gone
So simple on paper
So wretched to live

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One thought on “Poem 6

  1. Your poems are like portraits where their eyes follow me around the room. I’m supposed to be looking at (or reading) you, but you’re staring into my soul!

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