my parents
were broken children
who didn't know
they were broken.
i am the broken child
who didn't know
who to blame.
this grief is a secret affair
between me
and my childhood.
the good kid
they all knew from yore
had died along
with the blue and sore.
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White Heat's Grave (Poetry Collection)
PoetryThis book contains an assemblage of brief free-verse poems that express my views and experiences. It encompasses eighteen years of my life and a particular manifestation of melancholy. All poems created and shared were original. Any unauthorized use...
