M.I.A | (Missing In Action)
I know you’re wondering where I’ve been
In the quiet of the night, I ponder your absence,
No longer in line, my thoughts are a dance.
A charge card and receipt to pen,
As I charge up my last dividend.
Almost traded in everything in this life we're in,
Because in you, I am used to drowning my sorrows, again
and again.
The pain repeats, a relentless tide,
There is no constant to this end, no place to hide.
Why is wanting you such a sin?
A devil's advocate, having my back, where did that go?
Picture that, I laughed at it, so M.I.A,
Is the only way I'll ever have it, like a fleeting memory.
Like our presidency, a moment in time,
Nah, like a drunk M.I.A wreaking havoc, sublime.
About the Creator
Tracy Toccara
Tracy Toccara is a poet and a warrior of life whose verses chronicle a profound journey from the shadows of addiction to the light of recovery. Her collection of poems is not merely words on a page; it is a testament to her resilience.
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