Dear John
i’m so sorry
none of us
believed you
not one single word
you said
none of us
could have known of
the dark future
in your head
Dear John
i’m so sorry
i thought you
were crazy
i thought you
were mad
then when i didn’t
see you anymore
you know…
i was kinda glad
Dear John,
i’m so sorry
i thought your mother
was mental
i thought your mother
was insane
all that time
in Pescadero
waiting
for the final rain
RIP Sarah Connor
About the Creator
Brenton F
Every letter in every word in every line is a burden I no longer have to bear, how much is not enough, how little is too much?
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The Long and Painful Death of Sandie Malone
November, 2023, Colorado Desert. Mam, before we begin, I just want to say that I will be offering no apology for betraying you at your funeral. It was the best thing I could have done. I don't even mind if you do come back and haunt me. I think I would enjoy that.
By Caroline Jane2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
I was lost without any context of this poem but then I read Andrew's comment and now understand. Such a poignant poem!
So sad and brilliantly portrayed. Well done, Brenton 💕😊
Yes 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Perfect!!!!
One of my all-time favourites, and you did it justice! 😁
Very sad. Well written and sad!
I fear this may refer to something I have no knowledge about...but I liked the poem. I liked the confession of being glad not to see him.
Niiiice. But have no fear. He’ll be back