Fraility Poem by Anna Pine
Fraility
Frail, weak, sad, grey, alone, lonely, me?
So many of your words hurt.
Why is it that i can only remember the ones that sting and burn? I know we had goo times but the sounds you fling at me in anger lodge deep in my soul and no matter how hard i try i know that your words will never leave me
always weighing down my shoulders with your hate
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