Come and see,
stones and sticks–
hard as your grip,
it kisses my skin.
Lean and learn,
third-degree burn–
out of the fire,
you watch me closely.
Receipts and reasons,
deceitful as treason–
wolf in sheep's clothing,
abandonment's nothing–
to you.
Come and see,
truth's crystal clear:
I'm one of the witches–
you make believed them.
YOU ARE READING
Abandoned
PoetryI come before you asking to come here and see- here lies a poetic anthology of pain, deception, and agony... Abandoned. (2024)
