You little creature
You dine in a well nourished
Place of my body
I knew you were boneless
But you have teeth to
Gnaw at any bone of my flesh
You ate all my gems and
Left behind germs
Now my heart is swollen
You don't leave you host
Until you see him dead
The fluke of my heart
Give me peace and not pieces
A nice piece of work with memory; but, life is not always smooth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
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I feel honoured, co-poet, to comment on your poem. Well written! But don't let the pains of the past get to you.