Just One
Crushed beneath the skin of Brigit, hollowed out,
Stuffed full of mead & words;
I drift here
Losing touch, losing form
Wishing there was one,
just one who never hated me.
-------------
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
