Spent Poem by Jodilee Duke

Spent



I can't win
each step I take
you expose your evil twin.

I can lose
this heart of mine
from your sporadic moves.

To me,
there is no score,
there is not even
a not being.

You've left me
at the door
without a bell,
and without a voice
to even yell.

All I have now
are my clock'd
shadows.

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