Cursed Abscond
Disaffection Contemptible
Inaction
Always disappointing
A life filled with abjection
A bitterness following
A black clouded – sadness – infliction
Running in retrogress run from her apathy
False heartedness filled with antipathy
Praying for death
in my godless ministry
Suffering so ruthless
Without any sympathy
Without you I'm useless
Opprobrious eyes demand I abscond
For she's a shell
that is now loveless
Now selfish
now dies
Her hand is now gone
In my hands now I cry.
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
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