Elementary Sonnet 11: Bridge

I am not here; I moved under the bridge,

to be with the sky, the stars, and the dark.

No problems, no pain, no food in the fridge.

I am BORN FROM PAIN, check wrist for my mark.

I know that the winter will be so cold

but not near as cold as that of my heart.

My soul is gone for now, I had it sold.

‘Twas unbearable; ripping me apart.

Now I will have to start over from scratch.

Not in this lifetime, but in the one next.

In this go ’round, I really met my match…

like falling in love by only one text.

I am ready to change the fucking game.

This one got scratched and it’s always the same.



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