A Poem of Love, Question Mark
Write a poem of love?
Aye, aye, aye.
(Sigh)
I'll try....
It's like trying to recall a violent crime.
Describe the incident.
Details, be specific.
My body shakes.
Tears flow uncontrollably.
Who did this to me?
A police shows potential suspects,
questions my best guess.
I gaze at the faces, blankly.
Quite frankly, each looks the same:
a cruel man without a name.
So there becomes my frame---
They ARE all the same.
To ALL them is my blame.
A bitter woman I became,
claiming rapists among the tame.
You're one. So are you, and you, too.
Closed heart. Fearful, angry view.
Convicting the innocent.
Condemning them,
so the one possessing my torn out heart
still held it
in prison.
I waited for their impending death.
Instead I died.
I died inside.
Where is love?
Help me find
a safe place to hide .
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