Monday, May 1, 2017

unresolved



























the rain comes down,
I am inert;
helpless,
hopeless,
immobile;
stuffed like a thanksgiving
turkey,
boiling in juices not
of my own,
fed from dishes
better left unserved;
a fool for the taking;
you left me here
to rot,
never looking back
on your way out
the door,
you took everything
there was,
you took more than
I had to give;
you still do,
you always will;
soon enough it
will pass,
soon enough,
what once was
will be no more,
washed away
by flowing rivers
of unrelenting rain,
all that was,
all that never was,
all that could have been,
all that never will be;
lying at your doorstep,
empty at last.
.

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