Thursday, May 7, 2015

aftermath

wired for the Bad Boy
there's naught that I can do
but quietly commiserate
clean up what's left of you
internalizing rage at whom
the answer is not clear
gluing pieces lovingly
and dealing with the fear
that next time there will be
an empty space I cannot fill
I'm here can you not see me
is my motley in the way
ever thus

© 2015 Frederick Andrew ~ All rights reserved

Inspired by RC deWinter's pretty poison

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