Not Anymore Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Not Anymore



That Man

That man
He was one of a kind
Sometimes horrific
Many times kind.

His adventurous spirit
Got the best of me.
My spirited self
Brought the best in him.

But alas
The other part
I did not acknowledge.
The other part I experienced the worst in him.

The violence of his mind
It was one of a kind.
I could no longer stay
In this environment one more day.

Friday, May 13, 2016
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