I’m Done


Torrential rains transcending down upon me 
From your morbid vengeance of self-centeredness, 
With your lust of destruction and melancholy state; 
 I’m done, you’re dead to me, 
 You illicit bastard son!

I’m Done by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

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