365 Days of Poetry: Day Ninety-Five

men only want one thing.
love is not a thing he wants.
or even knows.
in any real way.
taking attention.
from whoever can overlook.
a drunken smile.

for a while.
it’s a pretty dream.
something unseen, before.
or so we think.
another harsh drink down the drain.
of a soul strained by too much pain.

death becomes us.


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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