Thursday, April 7, 2022


I'm 13/4, suggesting that
I misused work and words, perhaps
Was cruel and cold and on attack 
I left and let my heart collapse 
Relied on reason, logic, facts
A treason to my soul and track
Accomplished and yet sorely lacked
A love above, or near in fact
In tears, arrears, I'm here, I'm back
Regret, I'm wet, get ready, set
Let's go, I know, I'll clear this debt

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