Coward
You felt it
I know it
So chase it
Don’t ghost its
Verboseness
Its lack of embraces
Its pauses in places
Its stuttering
Muttering
Fluttering
Bumblebee
Try as I might
There is lonely
My lunacy
Solely
My infancy
Slightly matured
More inured to the suffering
Sooner you bring
More restored
By the solitude sorrows
I sing
Upon feeling the jolt
Of your poisonous sting