Feb 2017
Compassion is the cruelest curse
a painful defect of my birth.
Day after day it just gets worse,
it floods me like a dam that's burst.
An endless dirge, a tragic verse,
a starving babe without a nurse.
Like new seeds sown on salted earth.
a painful defect of my birth.
Day after day it just gets worse,
it floods me like a dam that's burst.
An endless dirge, a tragic verse,
a starving babe without a nurse.
Like new seeds sown on salted earth.
I sometimes wish I was born a sociopath. Then I am overcome with joy when I find that a mouse has come in the night and eaten some of the oats I left out for it, and I change my mind.
Written by
Senor Negativo
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