Micropoetry
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In the dead of the night
When no one is near
My misery flows freely
And I'm just wishing
Wishing someone would hear
You changed the narrative
Shifted the blame
Oh my darling dear
Can't you see
Who the villain is here?
Winter begins when our eyes meet
We cast our icy stares at each other
And I'm frozen where I stand
I pound the glass in frustration
You do the same
The same idea must be crossing your mind
the first time I stank
when I kept you dead
when I should have manured
you into the root of fresh promises
as I was oft-tempted in death
where I can't find ash
so I choose my body as the crypt
The dreams I had are only memories now-
I took down the clock
only for it to stop ticking.
Now I'm a wasteland of lost hope
full of my family's disappointments.
