Why ask…
when you know
the words I have to say
only shock, confuse
and bring you such dismay?
~~~
Disrespect?
What is it to have lived it?
How am I supposed to "contain" it?
Why should evil be forced
to reside alone inside my mind?
~~~
Frightening, and desolate
yet not really up for debate
The truth isn't some offense
This is MY life
so sorry to have ruined your day
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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