365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Sixty-Six

the pen is a viper.
insanity seethes.
from brain to paper.
no answers there for me.

the truth is pain.
I hold it, I die.
see pretty promises.
as heartache, as lies.

there’s no love to take me.
none of it was real.
should’ve pushed to keep you home.
I need to rest, I need to heal.

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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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