At The Back Door Of Love Poem by Richard Noggin

At The Back Door Of Love



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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Richard Noggin

Richard Noggin

Wilmington, North Carolina
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