Compounding Demons
I now count down the days like I used to count the letters
waiting on when you’ll hurt too so I can start to feel better
straying never too far in case you found the couplet or
poems I wrote you, or are they waste? slouched behind the dresser?
I can hear the same words over and over, homie move on, really just forget her
I can see the way her breast did heave when he surprisingly caressed her
I can feel vehemently but only on the inside where it will stay and fester
Still it will eat wretchedly at me until one day I learn to accept the
one simple fact that the more I exist the more I will upset her
Now and again you come and go
where you have no business visiting
Hold up my brain and dumb it slow
compound that demon it’s swimming with
Somehow back then our alliance was gold
now you laugh and cringe at my fidgeting
Lapped by friends who play and grow old
so why should there be any difference in
how you’ve been re-envisioning my soul
into the very something you know I’ve been fighting with?
(unknown written date)
Copyright © Brandon Connor | Year Posted 2018
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