My Pond
Stagnating here, in a still pond
Of self loathing, and regret
Surrounded by swimming tadpoles and mosquito larvae
I wallow in my misery
No one to blame but myself
For all the wrong turns
From which I cannot return
Aged, unhealthy, and unwilling to go on.
The tadpoles will grow legs and hop away,
Likewise the larvae will sprout wings
And begin their parasitic existence
And I will stay, and stay.
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