Is it the swallowing abyss
of uncaring in your eyes
Which sucks me down and under?
Is it the futility and
uselessness of my existence
Causing me to suffocate in a muddy slough –
Sinking, slowly sinking
Through layers and strata
Of barely accomplishing life.
I can see now that
you never truly cared –
Or even paid attention
to who I was.
For you I was a crusade –
A conquest for your king –
And a victor’s spoils.
And now I am uninteresting
Insufficient is my effort
Inadequate my zeal
for your significance.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
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