Broke

Broke

A Poem by Rebecca_Rose
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About how the world is corrupt the usual.

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I wanna be envied and loved;
Like the stars we have today,
I never seem to have enough;
At least for years it felt that way.
Struggling as long as if time had been frozen.
These questions that are in my head;
Wondering when it's my turn to be chosen;
Or if I'm too far gone and better off dead.

© 2020 Rebecca_Rose


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I paused out of admiration for your lack of temerity for your site name ...great pick. As for this poem I've always said a good depression is a terrible thing to waste ...and we do have them don't WE. The cliche of being from the wrong side of the tracks was always a truth ya know - in my case the tracks were so far away I couldn't ever even see the trains, just hear them. Sometimes even surviving was an artform all its own. Hi and welcome to WC.

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wow. these pockets sure are empty. i guess that's why there are credit cards to charge hope ... :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I paused out of admiration for your lack of temerity for your site name ...great pick. As for this poem I've always said a good depression is a terrible thing to waste ...and we do have them don't WE. The cliche of being from the wrong side of the tracks was always a truth ya know - in my case the tracks were so far away I couldn't ever even see the trains, just hear them. Sometimes even surviving was an artform all its own. Hi and welcome to WC.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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