I worshipped the ground upon which you trod
Lived my every moment in your shadow
Drinking only of your light
Yet you left me in darkness
You eviscerated my very soul
With your every cutting remark
Yet I returned always for more
My only yearning to be yours
I showered you with gifts, poetry, praise
Gave unto you the very marrow of my bones
Yet you rent my heartsrings to shredded twine
With your clawed, sharpened tongue
I know I need to go ...
If ever I am to thrive
Yet my core is molten lava
Cooled only by you
If I am not enough, not what you need
Tell me... Please, just let me go
Allow me to wither without you
Or seek another way to flourish
I beg you ....
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
Never mind. I give up.
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