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The Infidel: What’s Left to Lose?

Satya

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They smile like gold, but inside they rot,
Breaking every promise, forgetting what’s forgot.
Hands touch strangers, no loyalty left,
A body for anyone, stained and bereft.
What’s left but trash when they’re thrown away?


Once a temple, now worn-out skin,
Passed between hands, discarded again.
Used and drained, nothing stays new
When everyone’s had them, what’s left to value?
A body that’s empty starts to decay.

Nightmares creep where cheaters lay,
Haunted by faces they pushed away.
No peace in their bed, no rest in their mind,
Running from shame they’ll never outrun.
What’s left to feel when dignity is lost?

Their touch is poison, their worth is dust,
No one can love what no one can trust.
Flesh once sacred, now passed like a prize,
Nothing is real, just comfort in lies.
What’s left but regret when they give it for free?


They burn through bodies and die alone,
A name with no meaning, a heart turned to stone.
No mirror forgives the damage they’ve done
Used by many, valued by none.
What’s left of them when there’s nothing to see?
 
They smile like gold, but inside they rot,
Breaking every promise, forgetting what’s forgot.
Hands touch strangers, no loyalty left,
A body for anyone, stained and bereft.
What’s left but trash when they’re thrown away?


Once a temple, now worn-out skin,
Passed between hands, discarded again.
Used and drained, nothing stays new
When everyone’s had them, what’s left to value?
A body that’s empty starts to decay.

Nightmares creep where cheaters lay,
Haunted by faces they pushed away.
No peace in their bed, no rest in their mind,
Running from shame they’ll never outrun.
What’s left to feel when dignity is lost?

Their touch is poison, their worth is dust,
No one can love what no one can trust.
Flesh once sacred, now passed like a prize,
Nothing is real, just comfort in lies.
What’s left but regret when they give it for free?


They burn through bodies and die alone,
A name with no meaning, a heart turned to stone.
No mirror forgives the damage they’ve done
Used by many, valued by none.
What’s left of them when there’s nothing to see?
very-nice-very-good.gifThis poem is a powerful and haunting exploration of the consequences of exploiting one's body and emotions, and the degradation of self-worth that can result from it.The tone is unflinching and unsparing, but it's also a call to awareness and reflection. The poem invites the reader to consider the importance of self-respect, boundaries, and healthy relationships.
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