Yours Truly

A reminder how the truth hurts.

I clench with the guilt of your shame

Yours truly, Blame.

Condensed with an ounce of pain

An unruly grain.

 

I form a hideous perception too real

Yours truly, Sex Appeal.

Scorned reflections intercept  zeal

Lustily you kneel.

 

I hide my monster you so easily unleash

Yours truly, Mr. Beseech.

Slide saunter and crooked underneath

A step away from each.

 

I throb woefully at your ignorant ways

Yours truly, Praise.

Bobbed knowingly, confidant play

Acting so far away.

 

 

  

 

 

Reviews

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. a rare ... very, very rare sensitivity expresses itself through your writing ... and reminds me ... (though i am moved by it and even overwhelmed) ... that poetry lives in words like these ...