My former friends…
The turtle doves were a symbol once.
Now they’ve parted, never to reunite.
One flew to heaven, the other to hell.
My family…
Blood is given, not chosen.
If you disown them,
your friends become your blood.
My old acquaintances…
We were better strangers.
Better that than to get mixed
up in more drama.
My old co-workers…
Hard work does not always pay off.
I didn’t ask for recognition,
nor was I ever a kiss ass like you.









I like this. I wasn’t a kiss ass like you. Powerful poem
I had that last line in mind, Fia, the whole time I wrote this. Quite a punch! 👊 hahaha!
Daniel
Powerfully penned, Daniel. Fucking incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Relatable…
Of course very relatable to me as well as I am estranged from every group of people I referred to in this piece. Then you know Adira, how liberating it is to let go… and be your own person completely! Thanks!
Daniel
Absolutely!