Growing Deceit. Poem by Brittney Karasek

Growing Deceit.



I am in need of a few things.
A necessity burning in my mind.
I am a seed of a few things.
I'm growing weeds you'll never find.

I am in pain, for some things.
I am disdain, for you things.
I am the ashes, you burn yourself down to.
I am the past, does the alcohol remind you?

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Brittney Karasek

Brittney Karasek

Oklahoma, United States.
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