The Weak.

New Poem.

Words linger on a sore, pained throat
Please don’t break his heart
Don’t become disillusioned
with what you believe is the end
you are worshiped, a goddess in the eyes of The Weak
because he does not know any better
he’s got nothing left to lose
so he’ll pour his trust into you
Don’t crush the free spirit
the minuscule optimism that remains
Don’t let these words linger on a sore, pained throat
Please don’t leave
please don’t break my heart