22 march 2022
No Man's Land
It was an explicit "I"―
deeply flawed.
You had started hitting
your peers, asking them
to hate you.
Psychopath?
Mea culpa, who would not say?
Kindles a tender feel―
when you love a pink rose,
not uttering a word.
Scared, my tremors
start like a leaf. Cannot hold
the pen. Very quietly
I print my tears.
Thirst, mouthless―
I drink from eyes.
Earth beware― the crop has failed.
Rancher was going―
to commit suicide.
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