A Cold Mess

All I ever really wanted was not to be wanted,
You built a dog house for me and left me there for granted,
I lived there in a state decrepit and eventually became haunted,
The worst ghosts are those from memories you can’t have annulled,
of folks that wish no good for you and come bearing bad blood
You’re better off devoid of a head so red,
Better off less stressed and steeped in discontent.


I’m confused right now and out of touch with what I feel,
But I know I’m looking out for what time will reveal,
And hoping that if you come by you know you’re not welcome here still,
Leave me be and stay gone for good, please!



Evans Mbora Campbell
A Cold Mess

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