A short tale of irony

My strength is also a parasite.
I give and give and give
But stand empty-handed to face the fight
That's on inside constantly,
Every day now!

I sniff it, something's burning.
Or may be I am too late
And all that remains is leftover char.
A dark, complicated mess
Hard to read, even impossible, to be frank!

Losing the way I could love,
Piece by piece by piece.
They've been taking it away.
As it slips, as I slip from my own fingers
Like sand or running water,
I'm starting to feel afraid!

Nothing would remain
Of who I once was.
Or the way I could love.
If this is how it goes on.
Blank after blank after blank!

I'm crying out loud again.
Day after day.
Save me, oh God!
Save me from my own weakness
That someone, somewhere,
still calls a superpower!





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