Dont Make It Bad
by Samantha Alpiger
The jewelry feels tarnished in my hand.
and as worn as those memories
that seem so long ago.
My hatred as false as your promises.
the trust built was broken down
much like myself.
The incense burns and smokes strength.
strength sought from many a lonely song,
hope granted by Jude.
Breaking is the old record that is my mind.
replaying every fear now fulfilled.
without that fear, only a lonely courage.
Truth and trust both shattered like the light bulb.
light can no longer escape.
the only light left is that of the human spirit.















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