Although It's Wrong Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Part of me feels like it's torn.
Battered and gone.
And for too long,
I've beem missing that connection.

Although it's wrong,
I've determined it would be...
To reconnect to that kind of misery.

That part of me,
That's gone...
I don't need back,
But I feel something detached.

Although it's wrong,
I've determined it would be...
To reconnect to that kind of misery.

That part of me,
That's gone...
I don't need back,
But I feel something detached.

Part of me feels like it's torn.
Battered and gone.
And for too long,
I've beem missing that connection...
Carried on my back.

Although it's wrong,
I've determined it would be...
To reconnect to that kind of misery.

What's wrong?
If I'm missing a connection,
That brings me misery.

What's wrong?
If I'm missing a connection,
That brings me misery.