If we, the unloved knew
beginning in childhood
that we’d live the majority
of our adult lives alone
haunted by failed love.
Would there be any of us
still left alive?
I wonder.
Memoir Poem: Left Alive
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Poetry + Memoir + Culture + Politics
Very touching poem. Love the words.
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Thanks Kally I’m glad you liked it🙂
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