A Farewell to Discontentment.
Leave or live with it.
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I am full of discontentment
It seeps from my pores
It overflows like the coffee that was too sweet
And the cake batter that was too bitter
I am full of lowered expectations
That are too simple to be met
Like grey skies on every summer day
And teeth that cannot chew
And food that will never be swallowed
A gas tank perpetually empty
The refill station a fingerbreadth within reach
I am full of broken promises
That were but words blown away by the softest breeze
So when the nausea comes
I am not surprised
I bend over the cold earth and vomit at all up
I retch for month...... years
I purge my insides
Until I am as empty as a drum.
About the Creator
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“By hell there is nothing you can do that you want and by heaven you are going to do it anyway”
Anne Spencer
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