My guts

are black.

My soul

is blue.

You'll never glance back,

I do despise you.

Heavy I fall,

each day, corked down deep,

while you stand so tall

on your bullshit, so cheap.

People move on

as bees do with flowers.

I hardly fail to be alone,

my best friends: cold showers.

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I like it, but you may want a better opening line, that's a huge part of poetic appeal to an audience. And really with the descriptions you give, you may want to add a few more lines and break this into stanzas so that the reader can follow your story a bit better.


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