A Death

I lived once
Until he threatened
Not to stay
I took on shame
And quiet days
With hope he wouldn’t
Go away
I made those lists
Of all the ways
My living loud
Had made him pay
That’s what they say
And yet
He’s with her anyway
So I lost years
And I lost spine
And I lost courage
And my pride
And I lost trust
And yes t(he)y lied
But even more
I bear the blame
I died the day
I lived ashamed


Painting: Ashamed by Birth Petersen

~ by April on April 16, 2019.

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