Rotting, crumbling body
A stench I can smell
Fermenting all around me
My life has turned to hell

Love does not surround me
In this world I'm forced to dwell
I wish that I could wither away
To the dust from which I’m made

Pretty, dangled promises
Spread all around me once
I was found unworthy
Of the one I had learned to trust

Numb is still a slow deathly pain
Memories die - feelings in vain
Love was longed for
Devastation was gained

Joy Elaine ~ August 22, 2016

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