Sammy

A Poem by Anna

Sacred lanterns burn to

Ash

Mother doesn't know my face

Monsters only know my place

Youth is wasted cash.

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"Youth is wasted cash" a metaphor and a paraphrase of something we heard long ago.

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Added on December 22, 2020
Last Updated on December 22, 2020
Tags: acrostic, sammy, youth, wrath, rage

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