"Loved"A Poem by Tricia O'BrienMade to feel guilty for giving selflessly Made ugly by those soulless Destructive words that slaughter and live forever Scars reopened. Blame misdirected Sanity stolen and faith beaten Shallow grave marked and ready Name tags to help remember A sickness that spreads A plea for help ignored A disease fed and given center stage yet the focus is made blurred Disgusting filth covers what was clean and pure Mae to feel wrong for doing what’s right Made weak by those vacant AND watching all of this wide eyed and helpless © 2015 Tricia O'Brien |
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Added on February 13, 2015 Last Updated on February 13, 2015 AuthorTricia O'BrienBack in Western MA..., MAAboutTime to update. I've been everywhere but "here" in a year or so. I'm getting back into my groove. More to come for sure more..Writing
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