365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Ten

get out of here.
you weren’t invited.
have overstayed your welcome.
a hundred-fold.
no vision for breaking.
pieces everywhere.
can’t pick them up.
scarred and lonely.
no help, no solace.
can’t find peace or understanding.

go home now.
if you have one.
mine is gone.
stretched behind me.
rotting in your stench.
the festering is the hardest part.
release me from the madness.
let despair be shadowed by the void.


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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