Poetry and the like, by Amy Opal Marshall


Monday 16 November 2015

Two Killers

My treacherous envy:
Breeding-ground of strife,
Enemy of life
Devoured my eyes.
Goodbye to what I could have had.

My perilous apathy:
Thief of breath,
Disease and death
Entered my bloodstream.
Goodbye to what I could have been.

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