The Only Thing That Ails You

A poem

Photo by George Pagan III on Unsplash

You’re nobody
till somebody kills you…
or sees you, hears you,
or maybe even
feels you.

A lifetime of trying
and hoping they remember
when we all already know
that memories never last forever.

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Freelance Writer, Storyteller, and Poet — Founder of Artistic Autism and Five-Minute Fiction

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