By Donnie Lomat
drunk from sorrow
of false hopes
and stupid smiles.
a breakdown of sorts.
i can’t feel my hands
anymore.
numb and sore.
from fighting.
from giving in.
disrupted.
and folded up.
like forlorn.
"Imaginaccion" is the Literary Folio of the Lyceum Independent Sentinel.
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