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Claud Brown Poem
These Scars, they tell a story.
A story that doesn’t end.
End, the pain that has been behind me, following.
Follow? Followed like a social media story.
Story, is what i wish to tell but I can’t get it out..
They’d start to yell, they start to scream.
I want them to go away, as my life is being ripped like my skin…
At the seams.
The seams of my bed sheet it getting loose because i pull at the string..
Loose like the string that tugs at my heart.
I pull and pluck at the string. I pull that same string and pluck… and pluck and pluck and pluck and pluck
and pluck and pluck and pluck and pluck and pluck and pluck and…
Plucked at like my heart
My heart that is Fragile, Fragile like a newborn baby.
A baby that’s what I am called because I cry.
Cry is something I do.. Why?
Why do I cry...?
Copyright © Claud Brown | Year Posted 2023
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Claud Brown Poem
I hate you a lot.
With a burning passion in my heart.
The way you creep around its weird.
The way you just look, it makes me sick.
The way you twist my words and manipulate me.
The guilt you bring me when you start to blame me.
The way I am stained with the fact that I was fond of you
The way you make me sick, I can’t even explain.
Copyright © Claud Brown | Year Posted 2023
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