Forever Hold Your Peace Poem by Amateur Vagabond

Captive relationship
gift given leash
all interests slowly erased
till just one source of nourishment is left

Maladaptive Sun
isn't effective in helping growth
3 seedlings
feed and water
3 little suns are better than one

Getting close to the sun
is impossible
on such a short chain

Your decisions..always your decisions

Popped my bubble
planted me in a graveyard
surrounded by ghosts
your back turned
as I weep in the dark

Screaming I can't be here
Nobody sees
I wait 17 years for attention to arrive

Exhaustion overcomes
I end the farce

Catching my breath
while you run to find another to replace me