Good write, Damian. There’s always that “Lord Of The Flys” affect when too many egos are involved. I’m glad you broke away.

Sometimes when we opt to bow out, we find amazing things. Where you go will always be determined by you that way. What they do? As my daughter would say, that’s a them problem. Fly, my friend!

I’ve been there. I know the animosity that grows over time slowly until it boils over. It’s very disappointing after it’s all over and done. It keeps going through your mind even years later. Good one, Damian.

Tremendous work, my friend.

We are always in a state of change. I’m trying to let go of past events. People may read a piece or two about enduring an horrific childhood but there comes a point to emerge as the survivor and not dwell on what can’t be changed.

That’s some fantastic venting. “Blame everyone not named you”. I been butting heads lately with someone like this.

Great ink.

Everyone Sux! Powerful write Damian.

As I’m new here and don’t know your story and I don’t know the background to your write here but I loved it’s raw energy the swearing 🤬 even and the emotion the regrets (if any )self doubt of your decision (probably not ) and the style so
When you gotta go you just gotta go ! A new chapter awaits you

Hi all good Thanks have a good day

Wow, that’s incredibly raw and honest. You really capture the intensity and eventual breaking point of that kind of toxic partnership. It’s great to hear your creativity has resurfaced– you definitely ended on the strongest note by realizing you decide when to bow out.

Don’t ya just know when enough is enough .. Well penned my friend .. 😎👍

This takes me back to Phoenix & a night pressing down on me alone by the pool. One of those feelings you can’t escape

Powerfully penned, Ambjr. Felt this one my friend, phenomenal write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Beautifully penned, Detritus. Dig the imagery my friend, amazing write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you, my friend. It was one of those rare moments. I likewise appreciate you.

Those summer nights go by fast. Great ink.

The fireflies did it for me, a permanent night vision of childhood when poetry was found in every step, with every breath. 🙏🕊️

Oh nice! That’s an awesome backstory there🙏🏻🕊️

I felt my heart stutter on this one. Felt the pain

hello dearest poet this is felt deeply but you are not a monster monsters don’t feel that much ❤️

Tremendous work.

“the noise after
was louder than him
and it hasn’t stopped since”
That stanza hits hard

Superb work.