F#ckA Poem by Bane
A wretch
A fiend Bringer of tears And bad dreams You gave me all And all I took Showered gifts and money spent Bank transfers and sentiments Now it has come clear My games My lies The insincere I hate myself for being caught And facing restitution sought An explaination for the pain Or even a rulebook For my game Is all fair in love and war Lying Hiding Tactics of the immature I am just a smiling ghost A haunted memory An empty host The past is gone But I remain The biggest loser of my game. © 2013 Bane |
StatsAuthorBaneJacksonville, FLAboutI used to write a lot in high school, short stories, poems, etc, and fell out of it for a number of years. Recently started writing poetry again and I'm looking for opinions on my new work. more..Writing
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