An understatement
Jealousy
A term of
everlasting
misery.
Black and silver,
In your eyes,
reflect the only decent
light.
Stripped of dignity,
and tossed
away,
the abandoned debt,
left for you
to repay.
Broken-hearted,
empathy,
in the other
eyes,
there’s sympathy.
Memories,
now faded red,
your will,
so lost,
your ambition,
dead.
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The Ghosts of my past.
PoetryLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.