Are You Proud Now
Open death's eyes.
Can you see
under the parting
of life's hidden lies?
I stood there
fragile and frail
two steps shy
of death's door
awaiting for you to see
how you poisoned me
I saw you on my plate,
tasted you through the food.
I couldn't stand the bitterness,
so I spit you out
and starved myself
I'm skinny on life now
unsure how to eat these thoughts
that consume my mind
and be full again
on love, life or anything
Does that make you proud?
Copyright © Musing Over Edges | Year Posted 2019
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