tragedy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Tragedy

I ‘have so much potential’
Whatever that means
Slowly I’ve been wasting it
I’m 25 now, I was 18
-
Time doesn’t fly
When you’re slowly waiting to die
Trying to pick just where it all went awry,
I see the dread in my brother’s eye

Tragedy

I ‘have so much potential’

Whatever that means

Slowly I’ve been wasting it

I’m 25 now, I was 18

-

Time doesn’t fly

When you’re slowly waiting to die

Trying to pick just where it all went awry,

I see the dread in my brother’s eye

 


Submitted: December 27, 2020

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