Seed - 04/03/21A Poem by Dom
I wanted this.
I want it still. Little lollipop, sucked in sweetness, embittered by my own cloying hysteria. With resentment wrapping the fat of my neck, I’m unfit. All the recovering I can’t undo to be battled all at once, and distinctly, because of you. Because of you I have purpose beyond my selfish, self-destructive ends. It’s gratitude you deserve and gratitude I thought I would give; I can’t. I am attached but passively, responsibly, I promise. Still know I want it still. © 2021 DomFeatured Review
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