Toxic Society Poem by Juan Carrasquillo Jr
Toxic Society
There you go tearing me up,
in strands,
and as I collect the pieces,
the one you disband,
family and friends stood by me,
lend me a hand,
got back on my feet,
now I can withstand,
all the poison thrown at me,
like toxic glands,
got a good head on my shoulders,
now you understand,
my mind is set straight,
towards grassland,
yours is lost,
roaming the wasteland.
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4/29/2024 5:56:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A great poem about getting your life back together and getting back on your feet. Great write. May i invite you to read my new poem Called, back in time.