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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 10, 2018

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Submitted: July 10, 2018



Put down the gun 

Dark angel that uses

Loss as a fuel source 

Some may have swam the current

Some set your world on fire

Some drank the kool-aid of rumors

Some walked on thin wire

Pity you?

Silly you

They only wanted blood 

To cover your diamonds

A smile to be dragged 

A hundred miles

Until you pleaded for mercy

“Oh please, stick to my sanity!”

“Don’t leave me, please.”

A begger ends up choosing

Less than they deserve

A plate with half the food eaten

Utensils with the handles missing.


It was one time.

Grabbed the love of your life

And stabbed you in the back

At the same time


Multitasking friendly betrayal 

Lip-locked until the key 

Lost its flair

Left you outside to carry 

A revolver of trust issues  

Rummaging through cardboard boxes

To find everything but tissues

Knuckles bruised from the door

“Let me in!” you gasp. 


Sick of goodbyes

Sick from depression 

Sick of the tides

Washing away the footprints

In the sand

Your hand holding 

An umbrella

To protect from rain clouds

Raining words of desolation

Soaking wet from the abuse

Put on new clothes 

That haven’t been washed in allegations 


Need a vacation 

From circling the drain

Dump work in the sink 

To keep you sane

Being cordial with sharks 

To remain 

As tied together as a rubber band ball

Bounce into a dreary room

Where a mirror leans

On forgotten fog

Pills on the nightstand 

Where did things go wrong


Superman left

When you became kryptonite

You tortured souls

To feed your appetite 

Recurring regret residue 

Fills your lungs every night

Go back to sleep


You don’t want to get out of bed

Your mind is racing but 

Motivation is molasses 

Fantasies become factual

Heaven is havoc 

You feel smashed into pieces

Disregarded on weekends 

The pills remain static

You’re attracted to madness


Before you ignore warning

Suffocate from pill coding

You notice someone

Who regardless of struggle

They continue glowing 

Pouring songs into 

Open tunes 

Helping broken-down strangers

Exhaust the fumes 

Couldn’t let a hero 

Lose that point of view

That’s when I realized

I was you







© Copyright 2018 Frank Anthony. All rights reserved.

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