365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Thirty-Nine

I would hide entirely.
but I do not have the means.
I would end and have it done.
but I can’t erase the seams.

not sure why to live.
not sure how to die.
try to go on desperately.
try to face my lies.

I will face the madness.
play the beggar’s part.
accept the loss of perfect love.
my devils pulled apart.

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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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