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Regret
I was the object of your affection, Useful for a time; Lost in the ritual of loving The man I thought you were. How much of me did I give you In the gardens that tumbled over the wall? In the home that was your castle Where the inner layers of my being Lay exposed, vulnerable and imperfect? You took all that filled your own need And left me devalued in humiliating silence While you manipulated your scraps of power. Your love was the fantasy of possessing All that gives your existence meaning; Your illusions trampled the passion Tenderness and trust that was yours alone. With what do you fill the hollow inner spaces Of your being? Hiding behind the mask of greed; Unwilling or unable to grasp the anguish Of those who bear the consequence Of your flawed decisions. Those who have no choice; the victims That get in the way of your eagerness To continue your dance With the harlots of commerce. And I am alone, With the whispers of deprivation and denial. Processing the pain of what I am Who I was and what I might become Between the no longer and the not yet, Can I run fast enough to be me again In this world where the mirage of being Becomes ever more elusive?
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