Recursive

My life unravels at my feet

My apathy will not abate

I dream of death and know it’s sweet

You cared for me at our first meet

But yearning love you cannot sate

My life unravels at my feet

Your burning rage I cannot beat

A sadness twisted into hate

I dream of death and know it’s sweet

An enemy lives on every street

Lies and hurt flow through each gate

My live unravels at my feet

I daydream so my soul can eat

A thousand unseen lives collate

I dream of death and know it’s sweet

I have a life you’ll never greet

These circumstances sealed my fate

My life unravels at my feet

I dream of death and know it’s sweet

Published by meganporterpoetry

Poet. Writer.

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