Poison 

Poetry is a lonely art form

so please,

leave me be

to sit and 

weep.

I will not listen 

if you scream 

or if you whisper,

your words alone

will make me shiver.

Do not speak

of your fears,

I wouldn’t want to know.

Poetry is a poison,

let it kill your every

soul.

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