I'll spend all this money
To make you sad
That's money well spent
...
No
...
As much as I love
To hear the screams of pain
To see the cracking flesh
To feel the sweats of death
To realise the volcano erupting inside
Is soon going to blow
I won't waste my breath
On you
...
I don't want to see your face
I'll just have to remove myself
Rather than going out of my way
Spending time and money
To make you cry
As much as
You deserve it
You need it
You have to have it
But why?
I'll not spend a single penny
Not one
Tiny amount
Of money
And neither
I'll not spend a single minute or second
Not one
Tiny fragment
Of my life
Associating with people
I'd love to see
Horrible things happen to
Even if I were rich
Money rolling
So much to spare
Towers and towers
Of paper notes and
the largest of digits
I would force myself
To not even use
The tiniest money
Even though it will bring me so much joy
I couldn't
Because as much as I can't even say it
You're
Still
Human
You're human
I wouldn't do it
YOU ARE READING
Bonded With Tears (7)
PoetryA poetry book. A semi-story based loosely on real life events, mainly my emotions amplified on paper. Also linked to the idea of homelessness.
