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;

soon now 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;

your doorstep empty

at last.

.

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