Everything
Feel like I'm cut into quarters
Each trying to stand up on cue
My family is taking each piece
Devouring and displaying on view
They leave me exhausted
As their roars are thrown at dawn
They know not what they give to me
Their sadness, their pain, their scorn
My heart is crippled
No word is comfort or a way to see
Everything and nothing at all
That's how you will remember me
Copyright © Jo Hayton | Year Posted 2022
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