Bread

Alone with you overcome with my fear

I am lost but lost with my only need

Time will pass as mere sand claimed by the sea

And you will grow hard with your lost youth, dear.

Spots will quickly form, for spots always do

Your taste will be lost quicker than your heart

Though others will leave, oh I’ll never part!

Deflated and weary I now find you.

You beg and you shriek, “Just leave, leave me now!

I’m no good to you all crumbly and old

My crust falling off, my smell turned so bold.

So go find another, one kind to thou!”

So I, with tears and a heart full of dread,

Drive the rough road for I need some fresh bread.

This poem is about: 
Me

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