Published September 1, 2022
by Jessica Cosman
(Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada)
The spaces all look the same.
The one room where they learn your name.
Where a drop of words kill the flame
of emotions no one else can tame.
Watch now your found fame
from everyone who thinks they know your pain.
Waiting for the empathy they gain,
until your outer shells been lain.
All over they'll forget your name;
except the few whose lives were slain.
Forever with a wicked stain.
Reset. Repeat. Again, Again, and Again.
Jessica Cosman is a wife and mother of two residing in Eastern Canada. She has two poems previously published by the Poetry Institute of Canada within anthologies and is currently working on her first novel. She hopes to one day open a bookstore and share her love of words.
This poem is included in Poetry World #4, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Toronto Poetry Magazine:
by Pat Connors
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