Weakness?
Yes,
see my weakness!
Like an open sore,
it weeps in pain,
Pain I cant take no more.
I open my unhealed heart,
so you can take a bite,
but what of me
my pain!
Is it not enough that I cry?
I still lay down and wait
for that awful intrusion
false illusion.
You taste me with sweet words,
make me still my breath.
But I know I will fall
and
death
will taste so sweet!
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2006
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