BURN

From whence you came please now return

And n’ere again appear.

For broken be my frailest heart

No mending it I fear.

You did not treat it fair and well

With care and clear concern.

Instead you built its lonely pyre

And stood and watched it burn.

So now please go, begone, depart,

And leave me to my pain.

I’ll not forgive your callosity

Nor your hardhearted,

Distilled,

Distain.

(c) 2016 Mystk Knight

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