National Poetry Month 2018: Blackout Poetry #7

Blackout Poetry #7

don’t explain where you’ve been
and why you haven’t returned

   I…
   I’ve been around
   feeling sorry for myself

Maybe it was my fault?

   My hell.

   I backed away from friends

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