Holy water raptures at the sight of me
not for sins I've committed against man
but for the slights they've given
that I've let fester in the sun.
They struggle to veil their glee
as I shrink my lifespan
with their shrewd poison
to cope with what they've done.
As I lay dying
the IVs forging bills
I see the nurses look the same,
our hearts grieving our lives.
We are born for buying
while fat cat pockets fill.
"Work hard," they claim
as they whet their gutting knives.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
