Chum Bucket

So many poems led on stories; all leading me to my true story

The truth–i’ve been living in tainted misery

This hell

Being used as nothing more or less than a waste bucket

All of this poision reeks from me; seeping through me

As it had left me to an altar to rot away with

This stand

Of passing, as a better left unsaid–dead

This—reason for me to bleed; as a need to rid away all of those allergies

All of those created allergies–that kept my true meaning away from me

All of those– that stand

With these monuments –all of those that wont let me forget who—

“I Am

Tierra.Mitchell (AE)

the second

Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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