Anguish Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Anguish
No damned regrets?
Had more than few
Lost my daughter
Along highway
Lost my brother
My damn saviour
Lost my football
Road to damn fame
Lost my virginity
To some damn scrutiny
Lost my mother
Some rescuer?
Lost my friends
In the news
Lost my life
For damned fame
No damned regrets?
More than my due
Richard, when you lose all the dam wall breaks. Out it all gushes.++10
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4/20/2024 4:18:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The man paid for his craft.
He most certainly did, Carl!