Don't Judge Me

August 2017

Don't Judge Me 


Because of the silence.

For I can still hear them.

They call me, by name.

And, I can, still ....see them.

When, no ones there.

They've come to claim me.

But, they're too late.


I'm long past, being,......just tired.

And my flesh, bares the scars.

Mourn me, for .....who, I was.

Not, who I became.

And while I'm dead. 

I'll party, in my head.

Until the dream........ is,

no more.



You never knew who I was....


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