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The ending of the party
The part when we are departing
The heart is hollow, the vigor long gone
Hate, bigger it grows, a bigot is born
And they all turn into enemies
Into anomie, and it seems
I remain in solitude with the many me's

Author's Note

I would appreciate any feedback on this one.

Reviews

[Enigma Monster]

Interesting poem. Leaving a party is always a drag, not sure why there would be hate...but I love the last line about the "many me's". Good work.

[Abdulah Hamzic]

Thank you!