Francie Lynch


Sorry For Your Troubles - Poem by Francie Lynch

Guy was a real roust-a-bout:
Drinking, drugging, whoring;
Not coming home;
Not leaving home.
Yes, he was troubled,
He was a handful.
But he looks so good,
And the arrangements
Are splendid.
We take turns
Congealing over him
To conceal scars.
Sorry for your troubles,
Then and now.

Topic(s) of this poem: death


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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 9, 2015



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