By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com Date: 29 June 1999
they sate their thirst on my courtesy and kindness
they feast on the empathy I have been gifted with
and all they leave in return are
the little emotional dumps
to litter the pasture
piles of festering hurt and loneliness
to be forgotten once they
turn to where their hearts are headed
I used to wonder
if I were destined for something more
than that
but then I awoke
and saw that I already am
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