The Last – A Poem by Brandon White

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 validation's cruel hand;
dodging kicks, starving 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 nothingness
You're better when you're burning


-Brandon White

It’s been too long, friends. I hope you enjoy this new piece. More on book #3 coming soon!

-BW