Persuitius -Aka- The Persuitist Poem by eve Taylor

Born into a cold,

cruel world,

a child,

unloved,

unwanted,

forlorn,

never being nurtured,

never being taught,

without a thought,

always jealous,

of couples delights,

delighted,

in making widow's,

and widower's,

of those in sight,

all the while,

mourning,

instead of mocking,

when the deed's,

weren't satisfying,

hung their head,

in usual grief,

shaking it slowly,

in disbelief,

poor, poor,

Persuitius,

the persuitist.