The Lost Isn'T I
You do not wish to hear what my lips can spew.
There is a beast you cannot subdue.
Our memories will not die.
Don't look in my eye.
The lost isn't
I.
You should run.
Now, tell me goodbye.
Your demons will not comply.
Evaporate away from my view.
You do not wish to hear what my lips can spew.
~
7/16/2020
Andaree - 11 Lines Poetry Contest
Copyright © Alyssa Lorette | Year Posted 2020
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