Left

Repetition,
Cycling,
Circling
Thoughts recurring
In my mind
In my mouth
Part my lips
Pull the plug
Draining whatever is
Left.

Count on one hand
Then the next
Everything that is
Left.

Looking from afar
To see things moving farther,
Muttering, “just go”
Mulling over
Why you haven’t just
Left.

Just check for
A co-creator in morbidity
Deceptive conceiver,
If I were you,
I wouldn’t be you
At all.
If I were here
By now I would have
Left.

 

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