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A Cold Hard Surface

A Dark Allegorical Poem

By Roy HuffPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

Surrounded am I by the narcissists,

The dumb sacks of carbon that abuse me.

I have harmed no one,

Yet you suffocate and deface my surface.

A place to work and sit I provide,

But the only appreciation you give is waxy slime on my underside.

You have broken, battered, and bruised me,

Still, I give you comfort.

What do you expect from me?

When will you show me your love?

I am a gift from the old to the young.

It is the young, though, that ill-treat me.

I give you support;

You beat me down.

I keep your hands, feet, and head above the ground,

A tranquil surface that still yearns for your respect.

I will not live forever,

But when I die, I will be forgotten.

No endearment, only scribbles of profanity;

That is my only thanks.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Roy Huff

Hi! I’m Roy Huff, a huge sci-fi/fantasy lover! I also happen to be an award-winning, best-selling author. If you like, please share. Read my latest here https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08DHKJF54

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