Wilt

From a corner of the room and my one good eye
I spot the shreds of my dreams flying all around
Like tufts of feathers of a freshly butchered hen
That vicious smile of yours pushes me further inside
Till my bent knees hurt my belly, bereft of an appetite
My nose is bleeding and many bones crackle
But after devouring on my half-baked pride,
Your head is high and your ego satisfied
Once again today, one more time
You wear the crown and walk out like a great king
While I lay like a flower, trodden over, wilted within

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