Poetry: Waterville by K.G. Munro


Watershed moments come and go
Sometimes she wonders, if she’s losing hope
Her family are gone, and no one's holding on
A glass, and a lighter, are her home.

The aftermath of a childhood star, one that peaked so young
But, was burned when she wasn’t old enough–
–to understand how nasty power can be, the people around her were corrupt
No one to protect her from reality, now she sits burnt-out in an alley
A used to be, all of her friends sold themselves further out, and closer into obscurity
They are addicts too, but plastic smiles make ugly hearts appear to be pretty.

Her eyeliner smudged; a face hauntingly youthful yet lifeless
She doesn’t have a home, a dream, or a purpose
All of it was sucked out of her the moment she said no and not yes
She kept her soul but it got badly damaged
Drugs chase the nightmares away, just a little more pep, some more lidocaine
One day, the world will melt, her pain will whither
She’s a child again, not a prop to be used and admired. 

Bio: I am an author and poet. I have been published by Agape Review, Poetry Potion, Love Poetry amongst many others.  I also have a poetry book collection coming out in the summer called “Birds Of My Garden.” 

Feel free to read my works on here: https://www.poetrypotion.com/?s=K.G.+Munro

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

1 comment

  1. “They are addicts too, but plastic smiles make ugly hearts appear to be pretty”
    Awesome line

    Thank you for sharing



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