Drone

Oh, I know you’ll leave

Maybe not now or tomorrow

It’s a guaranteed fact I’ll surely believe

And never doubt because

You’ve stayed long enough to fly

I would never try to drag the days

Al my mind

Asking,

‘Why can’t you talk to me sensibly?’

Here goes the little voice,

‘They’re sick of you

Dressing them up with your identity.

They’re sick of your mere presence.

Save yourself and pronounce your loss

I can make them feel not loved at all’

Maybe you’re right.

I’m not even capable of keeping things,

More yet of people.

I’m not able.

At all.

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