Written June 11, 2019 9:18 pm
Dedicated to: Those who are lost yet feel destined to be GREAT
At her highest of highs,
The end feels nigh!
Contrast to the lowest low of lows,
Inflicted by bloodiest blows.
Once past the exhaustion,
There are yellow tapes of caution.
WARNING!
They have unknowingly been breached.
Previously, she has beseeched!
Misogyny is a sick disease.
Numbing insults spat out with ease
Without a second thought.
You never loved her.
You only pretended to be.
Even after breaking all she offered to please.
You scoffed at her as
Her best starkly shined through.
Her worst was never who
She was.
Proved this to be true.
All validation subdued.
Not needed, unapproved.
The doom looms as she zooms
For the stars.
Beyond you.
YOU ARE READING
Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
