The man that was me


In a steady flow going down this drain,

My life blood drained on, leaving pain.

A deep searing pain, but I felt it not.

For by my own I have been burnt.

My once tender soul destroyed.

Torn asunder by my beloved.

My head is bent, in a bow.

Who will want me now?

Was what I thought.

It will matter not.

For in one hour,

All went sour.

I saw a man,

From a fan,








Imagecredit: EvgeniT

via Daily Prompt: Mope

7 thoughts on “The man that was me

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s