these hands have built
kingdoms and empires,
but all they want to do
is retire to you.
these eyes have seen
all there is to see,
both awful and even worse
but they had seen you first.
these shoulders carry
the weight of the world,
you'd think after so long
that would make them strong.
these legs have walked
down every gravel road,
but they walk just to be there,
they never end up anywhere.
this heart, it seems to ache
for no specific purpose,
though its mind would like think,
that the pang was just a beat.
this body's not desirable
and presents little worth,
and the host is worth much less,
so let her die, kill off this mess
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- Published: August 5th, 2025 12:30
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Comments2
A poem of surprise. As I reached the end I felt drained. Nicely written
thank you
You are most welcome
I read in your profile you like to be dramatic
It shows on this write
The host is worth much more than she believes
An amazing way with words
Talented
thanks, and yes, I absolutely love being dramatic
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