it’s better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone
~
we are distant islands
cast into a tropic sea
lonely barren deserts
there is no us nor we
the miserable mistakes
as we tried to be free
they haunt memories
past’s pathetic debris
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
there is no loneliness like a failed marriage
A tragic echo…relate-able, great poetry. That last line is brilliant.
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Methinks I may know something about the debris from the past. ❤
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