The Last – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

A new free verse offering waits below. Enjoy.


The Last:

Become now the unwitting trigger,
the convenient symbol of a trauma
in which you had no part

Become now the beaten dog
at the mercy of validations cruel hand,
dodging kicks, begging for love

Become now the bitter taste
that floods the mouth
at the mention of a name

Become now the last of your kind,
screaming into the endless dark,
I'm still here

I'm still here


-Brandon White
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