November 1, 2022.


calculated risks

Couldnít recognize a good thing,
But couldnít see a snake in the grass
I saw people as calculated risks,
A hand on or a knife in your back

I didnít see a future with anyone,
But I had already imagined the past
So vivid I could feel the heartbreak of when they left
I shed tears for people who beg to stay and I tell them each to go away

At times I thought I was fragile,
an egg shell people walk around
Other times, a monster of sorts who breathed fire
Burnt down bridges and so many small towns

Hopping from one place to another,
Never to find comfort
Never to grow roots, or get attached
Loneliness was a servant of mine who guarded my locket heart that swung in my chest




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Written on 2022-11-01 at 05:08

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
An intriguing poem, this. Self reflection?
Allen
2022-11-02