At The Back Door Of Love - Poem by Richard Noggin
Destined for loneliness
That is my future.
My life up to this point
Has been nothing but one big doormat
I curse my birth.
I lament my past.
And I am afraid of the future.
This man of strength on the outside
Is now a pile of rubble on the inside
Oh, the pain I feel.
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