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To say you are futile
Would be an understatement
A gnawing sting of exasperation
Unto my heart; lament
Why must you stab with what you have not?
To bring forth ridicule
and churn in my everlastingly pleading soul
a knot?
Ironic, isn’t it?
You bring forth the pain
similar to that a tree feels,
when one reads a book under it
seeming to cackle, as you flip the pages
of its shredded ancestors.
You bring forth happiness,
the ear to ear grin
of tickling the underside of
a warm vivacious puppy
as the rays of sunlight dance upon its face
You bring forth anger.
A brewing stew, which ceases to blow up
time after time
but froth with growing envy
at the desired attention,
for which it pleads.
So while it may be an understatement
to state that you are futile;
you are in reality not;
for how can one,
with scale of impact so large
be said to not be useful,
when your use is in
nurturing my undying emotions
every day.
– Alla.G
Allàrt 