Fragility
The temperature of my body goes extremely high,
Like fever or flu, when I need to forgive some bad guy!
At the end of the day, like a rooster, I sit and brood,
I question: who's bad? Wasn't I, barking within, rough... rude?
To meet him and beg his pardon, the entire night I yearn,
Day hot! Mercury up! To the same feelings, I return!
27 October 2021
BITE SIZE POEM no24 Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2021
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