Nov 2020
My fear of you has become a dread,
I cannot take it up with you again.
My work here is done for now,
I cannot spare you, not from that.
There is nothing left here for me,
Not from the woman you have left to bleed.
I cannot take it up with you again.
My work here is done for now,
I cannot spare you, not from that.
There is nothing left here for me,
Not from the woman you have left to bleed.
I generally do not have titles for my poems and I do not want to come up with something just for the sake of it. So I am just gone post a series of untitled poems … here is the first one … Untitled # 1.
