Irredeemably Desperate
Irredeemably desperate I reach out-
I grasp...then let go...
grasp...
then.....
he calls me perfection,
why do I feel flawed?
he's changed my direction,
why do I feel a fraud?
Soon my dreams will become my death-
I'll be helpless and incurable....until my last breath.
December 4, 2016
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016
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