Lingering behind me without a care
They continue to leech into everything I do
Never contributing anything meaningful
Drifting about without a clue
I do all the work
I deal with all the shame
But still they cry and whine
Leaving me their troubles to claim
I am so sick and tired
My body threatens to break
But still they poke and prod
Defeat leaves my mind blank
Even now, the shadows hide
Behind the bruises and cuts
No matter what I do or what I say
They control, no ifs, ands, or buts
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Life's Memorabilia
PoesiIn haste to make light , one must first conquer darkness A battle between white and black But no one ever seems to mention the murky gray mixtures in between As the quietness of silence covers my ears, I plead to heed my words For there is just so...
