MONSTER I’VE BECOME – A Poem

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I’m the sum of my memories
Resentment has dug too deep
When I try to claw out
My hands just get dirtier
And my words become filthy
Perhaps it’s easier to stay here
In this mentality I feel is right
In girls beds that reek of longing
Where blistering hands turn to pleasure
And bodies mean nothing
Besides another story to write
Another carving in wood
Whittled down to a sad man
Playing with the splinters

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