Bare
One of these day, I will
Retrieve what is lost and
Plunge into those dark
Crevasse, that is my gut.
One of these days, I will
Surrender the ponderous
Weight on my shoulder,
That doesn't let me move.
One of these days, I will
Load a gun from the past
And infiltrate my mind of
The memories, to forget.
One of these days, I will
Set fire to the tiny heart
You left behind and make
You fall in love over again.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2018
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