Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Sonnet 79 -- If Truth Be Told

Sonnet 79 -- If Truth Be Told
Sickly and weak right now, yes, even old
The recovery proceeds too slowly
I lack the vigor to be strong or bold
Start to think about Death and the Holy
Can an ugly woman create beauty
Never a decorative sex doll
I was always forced to do my duty
Obedient when loser men would call
Forgive me for resisting Facebook memes
But I’ve lost the fight for love or success
No more energy for aborted dreams
My boobs have dropped and my skin is a mess
I don’t know if to live or embrace death
Just hope I’m smiling to take my last breath

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