June 1, 2020

ills

past the bitterness
past the hurts
past the sorrows
slow poison fulfills
.
delicious sugar pill
brings back nostalgia
memories of shared dreams
life that never will

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Geri Lawhon says:

June 11, 2020 at 4:30 pm

Short, but powerful. Thanks for the poem.

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