Written 5/9/2019 12:57 am
Your bad timing is atrocious.
How precocious of you
To assume that you know me well.
The coast is stormy as you can see.
The motions in the waves of treachery are evident.
An endless ocean of varied potions of every fallen tear.
Your notion proves to be strong, yet clear.
The focus of our life's work grows closer year after year.
No! Don't speak to me in prose here.
Decoded messages you've written in Shakespeare.
Your presence plagues me like locusts.
Must stay focused...
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Survivor's Remorse
PoésieSurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
