Modern Problems Without Modern Solutions
By: Rebecca Ilich
Contention touches my skin,
It has the sweetest taste like an aged cardinal sin.
Reflection occupies my mind,
I am almost certain I can never have what should rightfully be mine.
Obsession engulfs my heart,
I've cried so many tears for this but that's not the hardest part.
Depression shadows my life,
I've failed as a women and it feels like a deeply embedded knife.
Aggression consumes my love,
I'm tainted and flawed like a broken winged dove.
Hopeless is burrowed in my soul,
I'm sorry, I cant give you a child to love—leaving our hearts with a unfillable hole.
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