You reminded me of who I was, always will be, and never want to be again… By JM Romig

OR “A Poem to Poetry Written By My Former Selves”

I left you
scrambled on the wall
naked for all to see.

I called you art,
poetry,
even…honesty.

but you were only brutality
only an ill-informed and
un-formed mess of ideology –
only the reaction of little boy
to a trainwreck life.

I won’t say the word regret,
because I don’t
I won’t say the word sorry
because I’m not.

I will say that with age comes perspective
and with perspective
comes introspection and —

well, we’ve all had too much of that today.

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