Stormweather Friends

A lament

I don’t want
Storm-weather friends
Can’t they see the message
That it puts in my head?

That I am pitiful
A charity case
A way for insincere people
To maintain face

That I am of no interest
Have no worth
Except as some sorry thing
To be picked up from the dirt

In this darkness
I would rather be alone
Then to be pecked at by vultures
Who soon will be gone



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