Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2013
Oh, that I were a stranger...
My name lost even to myself.
A filthy canvas of offense
And regret
Wiped clean;
All ties cut.
All debts paid
Or rather, unmade.
Nothing left but a shell,
An empty vessel
To be filled anew.
The earth would be all the better
Oh, that I were a stranger.
Paul Andrews Jr
Written by
Paul Andrews Jr
   T, --- and Paige Hatcher
Please log in to view and add comments on poems