Lucy

Lucy

A Poem by John Byrd

Her fruit was so ripe
One touch and everything could bust
Losing control from just the sight
My mind was windy and my thoughts were cloudy
So I was swaying blindly.
Thinking she would be lost without me.
Lack of self control leading to lethal injections.
Lucy foresaw my downfall
Before I saw my bottom of my grave
Death was written in our vows.

© 2015 John Byrd


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Added on July 11, 2015
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John Byrd
John Byrd

Detroit, MI



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