Blame Me

CAN YOU DIG THIS? GOOD STUFF!

Broken Masterpiece

The victim card, I shredded. My bill kept rising, and I let it.
Emotionally bankrupt, my soul indebted.

Blame me–
for the rage, on my skin.
for losing my virginity, closely after ten.
for hurting that child, I held within.

Blame me–
for a broken voice box.
for knowing what I was doing, and choosing not to stop.
for going soooo high,
then waiting for a drop.

Blame me–
for being scared of tomorrow.
for a life of rage; tears, and sorrow.

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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