The Parasite of Birth

The wind turns bitter

The long night begins

An errant call

Of a voice that should inspire love

Provokes memories of hate

A lifetime of broken promises

Thoughts of what could have been


How life could be sweeter

Instead left with the paternal sins

Of she who started it all

A vulture who comes like a dove

And speaks of the child she misses

With words like the wind


Words that empty my heart

Threaten my soul

Disrupt my peace

All because she has a need

In my life, she now desires a part

Not out of love but to troll

She can’t accept to me she is deceased


Rain falls from the sky

Yet from me there are no tears to cry

I will not allow myself to feel anything for her not even pity

She reaped what she sowed my apathy


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