She,
The one who had nothing,
Cradled me with love.
Yet you,
Who had it all,
Shunned me,
Like I was nothing to you,
Nothing but vermin.
I stood at the edge,
Forgotten,
Forsaken,
I,
Hesitated,
My feelings split in two,
Which path should I take?
A voice of the past reached out to me,
"Come hold my hand"
She took me back,
To the world of crushed souls,
A world that accepts all alike,
The world that brought you to me.
I,
Now broken,
Immobile,
Follow her lead,
Into the deep abyss from which I can never seem to escape.
You will hate me,
But it was you who forgot me first.
Will love find me this time?
~ Spring 2019 ~
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