Not All Loss Comes From Death

I lost my father at the age of nine

To the bottom of a bottle 

and a ten dollar w***e

I lost my mother at the age of ten

To a puff of smoke

And an abusive boyfriend

Both were lost, 

taken from me while still being alive. 

I got to watch as they became empty,

Angry with each other 

And with themselves

For what they became. 

So as I sit in this room

Trapped with my thoughts

All I can think is

Who will I lose next?

Reviews

[Ink]

What a haunting poem... I did think the third stanza was a bit unnecessary however.. It seems like the rest of your poem already communicates what that stanza is expressing :)
Other than that, I'm a fan.. Looking forward to reading more!

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Good work here. People can be lost in so many ways. But the important thing is to never lose yourself. Cause that's the hardest person to find back. I always compliment writers who can accomplish so much meaning with so little words. Great job. Keep up the good work.