Poetry

Poem: The Runt by Mark Tulin

 When I was a selfish little runt,

it was all about me.

It didn’t matter who I insulted,

what person I bothered.

Because I denied the fact

that I could make people cry.

I denied that I could do

an innocent person harm.

Now looking back,

those hurtful memories

return to me

like a smack in the face,

a boot in the ass.

It is my turn to feel the pain

from a selfish little runt

whose words burn in time.

©️mft

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I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer living in Long Beach, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you. My books include Magical Yogis, Uncommon Love Stories, Awkward Grace, Junkyard Souls, and Rain on Cabrillo.

6 comments on “Poem: The Runt by Mark Tulin

  1. adiscardedplant's avatar

    This is a great write!! It reminds the reader to reflect their own acts and thoughts.

  2. Alien Poet's avatar
    alienpoet

    What goes around comes around- All is karma this is what we people call

  3. Susi Bocks's avatar

    Thank goodness for self-reflection and growth! Lovely write, Mark!

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