POEMS FOR THE LONELY by Mae Jackson.

I
here within myself
centuries of self hate
that know no way to destruct
that know no way to break loose
chained to myself
as I stand and watch me die
I slowly protest the death of others.

What better way
to say goodbye than this
to toast your young dream
my cup run-eth over
what better way
to leave than to leave
you this way what better way
to say that I understand than
this as I say goodbye I leave…

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