Eighteen

Eighteen short poem

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As rage dwindled and I came to be
Writhed in agony on the ground, I howled.
With beaten eyes, I looked around
Buds of flake and broken shards were found.
Wiping my eyes, I sat on the filthy floor
My fist bloody, swollen and my legs worn out.
I had an epiphany as I drank my beer,
Four months of my life that I’m never getting back.
The choices I made, paths I took
Led me astray, played myself for a fool.

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