Fruitless Cycles
retched, a stomach twisting curdle
sour, the bile that rises from malcontent
tearful, yet, tears are futile, a waste of water
understanding seems never to come or come too late
all one can do is suck it up and try to love again
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013
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