Monday, 29 February 2016

Parasite


| monday musing |


a number of things over
I continue to write, to love, to lust, to wander.
I therefore feel pain,
left alone, bare naked in the rain.
I was given no sympathy
even my mind gave no empathy
later on that numbing feeling
for all those years in guilty living.
you never did love
only I did.
you slowly destroyed me
from the inside, eating
until I was hollow
nothing.
you're just a parasite, breaking
me, the inside
nothing.
you're just a parasite.

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