Without hope of redemption

Nor peace.

I let what had bloomed,


Suffering slowly to the end

Where a swift stone crushed,

Leaving you in peace.

I am wretched.

I carry your pain.

2 thoughts on “Wretched

  1. This poem is raw. I too have lived this pain ….well written Eugene and thank you. I hope you had a peaceful Xmas and many good wishes to you for the New Year. Bella 💐x

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