Saturday, September 10, 2022

Dispossessed

I scream but no one hears me.
My silence should be deafening.
Swallowing spoonful of pride 
after spoonful of pride
My tongue twisted and tied 
choking on memories of 
your forgotten promises.
I am dispossessed of you.
Your words are stale and bitter 
your eyes cold, your heart is still.
I draw you near
and you push away. 

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