that i am
bursting apart at the seams
in danger of capsizing
even in my dreams
or lacking the means
to be self+sustaining,
at this time
even if,
in your view
it is
a self+inflicted wound
is worrying me
indications
of a lack of concern
that’s casual
an indifference to suffering
that’s monumental in it’s complicity
suggesting love
does not exist
anywhere
where your desires
are lacking
so, as you attack me
once again
pressing your advantage
once again
to it’s height
at the point of my greatest weakness
as i fall again,
mortally wounded
realizing
i cannot save myself
but rely again on charity
from someone
who believes in me
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