Friday Fictioneers – Toxic

Photo courtesy of Marie Gail Stratford

Photo courtesy of Marie Gail Stratford

This is where I stand.

Dry. Empty. Broken.

But there was a time when you were with me.

I can still remember when I gave you my all:

The warmth of my embrace

The energy of my laughter

The constant thrill from looming danger

But you left, and I know why.

I can still remember when I took so much from you:

The lightness of your spirit,

The depth of your smile,

The sense of security for your being

But there was a time when you weren’t with me.

Dry. Empty. Broken.

This is where I’ve always stood.

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2 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Toxic

  1. I like the contrast between what he gave and what he took. On reflection, he’d understand why he stands alone, and maybe learn from it. Great poem.

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