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lkm
Poems
Mar 2016
The Kind
I am...
the kind of abandoned house
people leave in ruins.
I am a wreckage;
I am destruction
the end of the **** of a cigarette
people step on the moment they're done with.
I am the poison they inhaled;
I am discarded
the type of crack on pavements
people walk around to avoid tripping over.
I am a trap;
I am dangerous
the kind of toy broken beyond use,
parents throw away into the bin
I am trash;
I am worthless
but the house was once filled with laughter and joy
the cigarette was once lit
the pavements were once whole
the toy was once valuable
i was onced LOVED
i was WORTHY
I once LIVED
Was.
Past tense.
No longer.
#love
#poetry
#sad
#cigarette
#abandoned
#toxic
#destruction
#wreckage
#ruins
#wreck
Written by
lkm
lost in this lone isle
(lost in this lone isle)
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