Cheap Wine and Cheap Words-Poetry(If that’s what you want to call it) I’ll call it garbage!

He writes on the white paper
Fighting the urge to run away
The story pours onto the page like a bad memory
Scribbling lines of misery
He ties together a sentence with a plea
He leaves the note beside his bed
Freeing his life to be who he wants to be- nobody

 

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