Lo
By: Madalyn S Lullenberg.
The light of his life, fire of his loins.
I was neither his sin nor his soul.
No, I was something much worse.
I was a piece of his sorrow, separated from him.
Plucked away like a fresh daisy.
Now, I am nothing but a feeling of lost time to him.
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Author:
Matt Angel (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 29th, 2026 22:29
- Category: Love
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Comments1
This is a poem of being worse than another's downfall or sin but a waste of time. It is a sad poem leaving the feeling of uselessness and trash that is to be thrown away. Well worded it is most powerful
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