Emptiness
Tall, skinny, man stand above me.
Struck with horror by another man,
Like thunder strikes a tree.
The tree will never be the same.
Ripped from my innocence.
Can’t wear white no more.
No love.
Nowhere to run.
It was unescapable.
I had to deal with it.
Clouds covered the sun.
No brightness.
Maybe that's why they didn't grow.
No marigolds.
The start to a new beginning
It's my fault
I planted it wrong.
It's my fault, the baby.
No sun.
No brightness.
No do over.
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