The Big Goodbye

I did not come here tonight to argue,

Although it seems that is all

We do anymore.


I remember a time when


Filled our lives

And we found


In the other’s company.


Over time,

The weaknesses we confided

In the other

Became boulders to throw

When anger raged in the room.


Little bits of flesh

Fell on the floor

And we stomped,

Using both feet,

Taking a running jump,

Laughing with maniacal

Joy as we pounded

The other


Careless with our anger,

Reckless in our abandon.


I believe it is time for us to part ways.

I will miss you no longer.


About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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