Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2022
again! I won’t have to
pull my ragged self out, cause I’ll

never put myself in. I won’t
have to pick my splintered parts up,

cause I won’t let myself
down. I won’t have the

pounding pain of the lows, cause I
won’t have the highs. And

I won't have the gut-wrenching
life from a callous goodbye.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems