East of the Wreckage

East of the Wreckage

A Poem by Derek Smith
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I’ve been face down in the dust before, Counting cracks in a concrete floor, Talking to ghosts of the man I’d been, Letting old mistakes crawl under my skin. Rock bottom doesn’t shout, it dwells. Whi

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© 2026 Derek Smith


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Added on February 24, 2026
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Derek Smith
Derek Smith

Worcester , MA



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My names Derek Smith, I enjoy writing and reading poetry, hope you all enjoy mine. If you have questions,ideas,or suggestions message me or email me. Appreciate feed back good and bad. more..