Poison Drink - Poem by Patience
i'm not a toy, a reward, or your decoy, or the sword.
but like vultures to the carcass, you chew on me regardless,
of the injury sustained, when the poison drank my brain...
i stood up for you, but you'd never do the same for me.
men are weak.
If you pray every day that a light will shine your way
The cycles of your time gently realign
All the will you strangled flows again
A broken mind can mend all that's lost to fickle friend
Played like a game while the poison drank my brain
Trust the grey does some good at your end.
That you feel a hollow shame and in that space,
can finally comprehend,
How dangerous your penchant to pretend.
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