Grief crept in on me
it seeped into my knees
Don't tell me it takes
months
years
to forget how I've become
this ______
far beyond me to define something
that changes as quickly as it's name is uttered
I'll never get a chance like
that again
to become a force
that death will shake his head and
leave parts of me behind
It may have been the only real pieces of me
that ever really existed.
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ReAnimation: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of poems from my youth that were pretty edgy and poorly written. Here, I've updated, edited, and reinvented them so they are not just a pile of lost causes in my poetry archives.
