Lonely Walk
If I could cry a million black
seas
I would at least drown and
sink away
From this tree of forbidden
fruits
Bearing hope but sharing
pain.
Turning away does not blind
the mind's eye
Swimming a sea does not
bleach my black
heart
So here I stand weeping by
your door
Even after a hundred
hatchet blows.
The contempt and hate you
spare me
Are real extreme yet to live
alone I fear
So I would rather drown by
you
Than take the lonely walk to
my waiting
tomb.
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