A Page To Listen

My poems are tragic,
So that my life isn’t.

I write to release
the demons
I invented
To protect myself.

When I had nothing else,
I had a pen to speak,
And a page to listen.

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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