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maybe i was expecting too much,
thinking i had nothing to lose,
what a pitiful excuse,
in truth, i lost too much,
pouring myself out,
and into you;
what is left
of me
now?
About the Creator
M.J. Carlock
I find that words are powerful; regardless of their form, they carry influence over our lives, and we must wield their power with both wisdom and heart.
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Comments (7)
This hits hard, well done!
You can feel the figurative glass emptying as the poem progresses. Nice work.
Just, yes.
Nice job MJ.
really sad
So breathtaking
Your poem reflects much sadness as it's read. Very nice nonet.