Desolation (Poetry)

Through sorrow filled gasps of despair,

I breathed in a rancid smell of failure.

It was a constant reminder of us.

Chewed and spit into gutter trash,

I remained a man of broken hopes.

Though my throat was harsh,

drinking in your excuses seemed pleasant enough.

I began to paint a Joker’s smile on my face,

so swallowing this disappointment wouldn’t look too painful.

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