poem I wrote yesterday, Oct 15th
by alexia-1
Je n'ai goutte de vins
I have no drops of wine
I never know
when I am unhappy
but many are helpful
enough to point it out
I never know
when fears I feel
are mine alone
or helpfully imposed,
infused, injected deeply,
shot through my veins
sort the tangled threads
of oppression, repression,
suppression, depression,
recession, concession,
confession, obsession