Stupid Little Anapaests

No one heeds broken hearts anymore;

They have heard all my wails and my tears;

They do not understand:

Darling, please, take my hand;

Come with me on a journey of pain.

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Sometimes I just feel like living Death,

In these times I feel nothing at all;

But the numbness of life

O so weary and rife,

Is as fragile as our friendship was.

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My mind thirsts for a drop of love's joy,

And it sips from the well of my soul;

But a liquor so sweet,

One does swiftly deplete

And alone I am left with just shame.

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Shame's fell talon tears down hope's flambeau,

But extinguished it is not at all:

For it lands on the pyre,

Raising up anguished fire:

Without mercy it rips life apart.

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Why did I expect anything else?

When I tried to deceive you with words;

O so rash, so untrue

(Not indifferent to you)

Was the mask I put over my heart.

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Critique:

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/9wki96/homage_to_my_muse_pt_1/e9oglb2

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/9wevcu/your_breasts/e9ogtl9

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