The unworthy 

No blood extracted
from the unworthy
when incisions are 

legion.

 A life
in retrograde –

opportunities squandered

rather than

hearts growing fonder

they falter,

tendering a surrender

to sullen hearts

in concert with

eyes that won’t

see redemption

blurred and atrophied

from tears likened

to torrential downpours

of sorrow.

That

leaves the ground

drenched

while drowning the soul.

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