Where I Wallow

I do not see the world

with rose-tinted glasses;

I adore the thick grey rain globs

and the overcast mist.

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Like dementors enjoy their freedom,

I feed on the misery and woe;

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I bask in my innate ability

to bring you down

to Earth’s nadir.

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I drag you with me

to the gritty sandy bed

of the Mariana Trench

where I wallow in self-loathing

barely moving, never breathing

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And still, you stand beside me

ignoring the suffocation

as though you can help me rise

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