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John Destalo
Poems
Mar 2019
worry
You've ripped me to shreds
torn me asunder
made every misstep
seem like a blunder.
I dread every part
you make me play
I want to be a circle
with no edges to fray.
I think I am dying
you tell me it's true
why do you lie
what do I owe you
You say we are one
two of a kind
this can't be so
you are only in my mind
But my mind is me
so what does it mean
To think you are you
and I am me.
The torture is real
the struggle won't end
it's not always peace
to call an enemy a friend.
Everyone else leaves
but you always stay
to wake me in the morning
and take everything else away.
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John Destalo
55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)
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