Sick Of Him


Holding his image high

like a superhero in disguise

or a shiny found penny

while on my way

 

I believe in him,

count on him; one day,

 birthday, father’s day

or maybe even just today

 

will he see me;

as I am

in my neglected pose

and undefined clothes

 

while hungry for love flies

buzzing in my eye

and his bitter cold

running heavy down my knows

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