Poetry

Wasted

I wasted
all those years
in hopes of
a future with you.

© Sarah Doughty

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38 thoughts on “Wasted”

      1. I left, and then I went back hoping he would change, but finally realized it was hopeless.He passed on, so I can not fall for him again. If he were alive and he called I don’t know what I would do. I let myself be totally swept up in him and what I wanted him to be, which he was not. It was all for nothing. What bothers me is not knowing why he did what he did,

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      2. Oh, I understand that. My abuser died before the worst of my memories as a child resurfaced, so I can never confront him and ask him why. From everything he did, I’ve been told by trained professionals that he was most likely a sociopath. I’m sorry that you can’t have any closure either.

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  1. Ah! I have no words that would rise above my surging emotions and do these words the justice they deserve. Let me just nod and smile and hide the mist in my eyes and accept the tragedy of the heart, that you’ve illuminated through your poem.

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