Poem #29: Nothing Left

Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on August 7th of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

My heart speaks to me, it says “let me die.”

I possess lungs of poison and clean air makes me cry.

A hazard to all those who go near, teething at those too far.

An evening left with little fear, does not still my weeping heart.

A parasitic leech, an emotional drain on those who go near me.

Broken thoughts beyond repair, telepathic desire of death leering.

I won’t be consigned to Heaven, God stares with contempt.

I look back at my life, I have nothing left.

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