Mourning - Poem by Melvina Germain
Black hearted beast, have you no shame.
Leave me alone to face my pain.
Addicted I lay within your grasp,
shackled in chains, mournful clasp.
Paralyzed mind, lost its spark,
dead yet alive, living in the dark.
Stretching skin over fleshless bones.
Corrupted speech moan and groan,
curdling blood, thick like muddied lakes
covered in dredge.
Living life barely on the edge.
Cold and hard your body roars,
come my child, come back for more.
Whimpering, crumbling, weak and weary.
day after day, bleak and scary.
Promises made, promises broken,
spending each and every token.
I'am what I'am, and that's what I'll be.
The gambler sitting there is really me.
Written by: Melvina Germain
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