No Goodbyes

No Goodbyes short poem

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It was that wicked drug,
Not some contagious bug,
That caused a goodbye without a hug.

We certainly cried when you died,
And our tears eventually just dried,
Because your potential to shine was denied.

Even though you are dead,
A fact that we all dread,
After knowing what life you have led,
And every battle that caused bloodshed,
We are confident for what is ahead.

Poet’s Note: In loving memory of my brother, who died from an overdose on painkillers.

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Since I was a child, I have been labeled as a failure by many people because I was a deviant and feeble-mined person. I had terrible teachers who despised by saying that I’ll work at a fast food restaurant for my entire life. People who loathed me said that I will become a bum when I evolve into an adult. Instead of executing vicious vengeance for their naive statements, I decided to perform virtuous revenge by becoming a prosperous individual; unfortunately, I had to endure rigorous adversities to achieve my objective. Presently, I am proud to say that I’m a happy person who is prospering each day.
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