Termunger
Dark dirt dried gray from days of heat waves
Lips once wet no longer moist dry cough
Replaced the once sweetest voice
And I lie beaten remembering your words my love
How I fell for such trickery I shall never know
Love is now a four letter word like Hell, Vile
Undaunting shadows of you and I emptiness
A void crippling a heavy weight upon my soul
You should feel proud of your ugliness
For you who knew so much have taught me so little
And now I know that ugly goes straight to the bone
You a most formidable ally are a disgusting turd
Had I the strength to speak I would be telling you this
In person. But my weakened state of rejection
Will not allow it st this time. I pray for rain to revive
My wilted dehydrated form so I may rise again
And root myself and become saturated and moist
And speak loud and you will hear my words.
And I will stand out from the rest for I rose from
Your web of pain and overcame it all.
I am the ruler of my own destiny you have lost.
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