Poetry [Untitled Series] – 2

Ripping

r I p p I n g

ripped

I feel the swell

from wounds not of my own

a deep seeded root

an intolerable pain

knowing is torment

the realisation

the choices you made

the ramifications I suffer alone.


like a thief

you stole

a phanthom thief

stealing

my world

my body

my choice

my children

emptiness

that I must suffer alone

for someone who could give you more.

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