I simply grew overtired of just being

some lost misbegotten passenger

on your obtuse train, of selfishness

So much so, I instinctively concluded

to throw all hope along with myself

from a destined impending train wreck

knowing full well- I’d openly accept

the battering and scars of the ground

was preferential to your type of…love-fest


Poet of the Light © 2019

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