The Atrium

One Sided

You say I was born sick

Flawed and incomplete

Began the race with a handicap

And it’s my fault?

You never call

Never visit or write

It’s like you’re not even there

 Yet, you expect my love?

I have to sacrifice

For someone that has everything

I fear death and damnation

What do you really fear?

Your love seems conditioned

You’re jealous and resentful

I am in your image

Can you bear the reflection?

My skin wrinkles

My hair goes gray

I wither as the world turns

Who suffers for whom?