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Parasite
To those who said
I would die when she left
to those who thought
I would cry, so bereft
People who spoke
of my ill-repute
Unable to function
descending absolute
The voices who talked
of my useless veins
unable to fathom
this failure campaign
When all roles feel forced
or were they unreal?
There is no joy to touch
nor happiness to feel
How can I be more
when tied to all others
No family upon to lean
No father, nor Mother
you said I would I die
a man I am not
I’m here tell you this-
you were right-
Within this hole,
I can only rot.
Published 12th May 2022
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