Give me a sad man
And I will make a career out of tending to his pain.
Have no doubt that I will abdicate any ounce of self respect, self love or purpose.
I am willing to be abused and accrue any ounce of shame.
My eyes will only see the blood leaking from his heart.
It will glisten and cry out to me “it is your job to save me, I am the river of your worth – Drink.”
And I will drink, and gulp and drown.
Written December 2020
