You think you bestow upon me everything I’ll ever need,

But the portents are there, you have planted the seed.

Isolation and despair are all I seem to feel,

If this continues our fate soon will be sealed.

Somehow you seem oblivious to my pain,

Or is this your stratagem to drive me insane.

Anguish is prevalent in all of my thoughts,

Relentlessly destroying for all that I fought.

- Margi C.

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