I’m uncharted territory.
Displayed appropriately.
Spread open,
for the world to see.
Descending willingly,
past glimpses, fleetingly.
Displaying,
all my hypocrisy.
And I listlessly
agree to faultlessly
let you place
All the blame on me,
And I let you defeat me,
keep my heart and soul from me.
because I thought
it would make my life so easy.
So what does this make me?
Though the results were exceedingly
or maybe only
Theoretically
For the best…
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Debra Herrington
I've been writing since I was 16, I use poetry as a means of expressing my opinions and feelings.
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
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