Poem -
Sorry, I’m not sorry
I wish I could be
What has life become, where will purpose be found, surrounded by guilt from unspoken words never heard, voices in my head asking why, why, why…
The only response from myself I get is,,,
Like 1 Pin it 1Im fucked up, I hide who I am, I falsely create a guy not filled with hate, as soon as you see me resemble my true-self, I get afraid and runaway, from that point on… You’re dead to me!
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Comments
This is one of those poems that almost floors the reader from the off .. Hard hitting throughout and then after delivering a series of hooks and jabs, that final kidney punch delivers the coup de grace ......... Neville
😏 thanks Neville!