It isn't all upon me
My shoulders heavy
My feet atche
And my knees brooze
More like a blind man
could be more than a mute
not sight not hearing
Nothing but a vegetable
I chose to love
yet only a glass
shattered to pieces
Is the heart left,
so, here I am,
lonely and broken
A friend to the quite night
accustomed to the mosquito hymns.
©dee weeper
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