poem 9

Write a poem to your favorite letter of the alphabet.

I don’t have a favorite alphabet, not a favorite number

just craving the undesirable Love

begging someone to Like me

for me

Living a Lie to please others

acting Like we’re friends and not

competition, Leaving the rest to slaughter

Labouring affection by the masters,

knowing their efforts are in vain.

at Last, we are here to see the invetiable

Language surface, budding lies and deception

choosing the Latter of choices

not admitting Love, nor

companionship

Leaves, Foliage, Trunk, Bark, Plants, Wood, Wild, Green
pixabay image

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