The Bee's Sting
It Lingers...
The ice cold sting of
Neglect stifles you
While you cry.
It’s not hard to see I’m
No longer a priority —
But was I ever even?
Why stay in pain,
When a free life awaits,
Amongst the flowers
And the bees –
They call to me.
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