April 20, 2012 § 3 Comments

I won’t write your damn poems, Fate!

I won’t be the shadow of what I was before,
I won’t lose the game I hoped to have won,
I won’t take ‘no’ for answer to my last call,
I won’t feel wasted and all of a sudden old,
I won’t cry silently not to disturb your dog,
I won’t write for strangers, not even a single word.

I won’t become your damn poem, Fate!



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