unresolved

the rain comes down,

I am inert;

helpless,

hopeless,

immobile;

stuffed like a thanksgiving

turkey,

boiling in juices not

of their 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,

taking everything

there was,

taking 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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