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Bitterness Is Final
With a finger waggled,
she can get all the love I need.
With a wink or sad expression,
she has them eating out of her paw —
while I,
who humanly hungers,
learns to curb craving
while starving of affection
in the darkness of sadness —
yearning to reach out,
feel human touch,
but know
if I approach,
they will revile the slothsome
judged unworthy.
I could give comfort to her
to heal myself.
She knows and denies me that,
slowly suffocating,
killing me,
a prisoner of shame and guilt —
burden from mother
saddles a weak soul in savaged form
savoring small scraps alone.
pathetic creature collects to survive
in obliterated, cold space
like any incipient void would.
I don’t cry out
because you will point out
what is akin to bitterness —
your final, manipulative move
to know you own all in my world
that i need to survive.
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