Crisis

 

Please

Do not vent your anger

At me.

You feel

You are short of love,

Why blame me.

I did not shut my heart,

Nor yours either.

My heart still exudes love,

For you and

Your heart receives my love.

Blame if you must

The irritating summer heat,

It is taking its toll,

Erasing your memory of me.

Soon,

You might forget me totally,

Then on, inquire about me

From me.

I shall bear that spite,

I shall face the pain as well

Only for you.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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