Taken

I had the energy for three I thought I did and always would You fed off my strength You feasted selfishly when You should have shared with pride Now I barely have the strength for me I’m broken with only a thin veil of dignity And you don’t understand I’ve been living in illusion Waiting for the day Things would fall into place Hoping it had all been worthwhile But there is no happiness to be found here I’ve left no stone unturned No path untraveled Unending frustration and growing anger A new strength begins to fill me Not the type you’ll feast on AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on January 27, 2019 for contest 2019 POETRY MARATHON MILE 13 sponsored by MARK TONEY Originally posted on March 25, 2018