Poem #330

I tried so hard not to disappoint you all
that I ended up disappointing myself.

I’ve never committed a crime but there’s
so much blood on my hands.
I am responsible for so many deaths because
everything I could be is slowly disappearing
into oblivion with me.

You can all recognize me,
I don’t have the faintest idea who am I.
There are a thousand faces and personalities
I killed in order to turn myself into a puzzle piece
that would perfectly fit into your narrative.

The prize was an empty cup,
a chalice that now gathers dust.
At the end of the tunnel, there was another one.
I never saw the light.

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1 thought on “Poem #330

  1. Congratulations for the book. I’ve added it to my list when I do my next kindle shopping 🖤🙏🏾

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