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May 27

The Goblin

The Goblin

 

I would live in awe and wonder if I knew me as another

And would marvel at this singular young woman

Yet with vigour and gentility I cut at me with constancy

And give my soul a flailing never equalied.

Onward life proceeds, the denial of my needs

The enemy within me gobbles on.

 

So familiar and well learned is this pattern undiscerned

That I seldom see the love that is extended

The enemy speaks true, if there’s me there cant be you

And I curse a heartless world where love’s not rendered

The enemy with me gobbles on. 

 

Christine M Fitzpatrick

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