Some poems aren’t about beauty

Some poems don’t ascend into the light

Some poems aren’t about stained glass

Or uplifting

They are about the stains

The detritus

Of a life

Desperation takes a lot of forms

But at the end

The end

Somebody has to deal with it

Not vicariously

In reality, up close and personal


Or the absence of it




David Trudel  © 2012


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  1. Again, David, this is so powerful. Thanks for sharing it.

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