Nicola Noo Poet Verse

My Friend, the Bear

All I have is you and no one else
Burn the witch is shunned.
It took me all it could
And still I am alone, with you.

I try to be what they need
I paint my face so clean
Yet they see into me
Into a hollow they can’t know.

I trap the bear in a net
His claws strip my flesh.
I’ll never set him free
Now he’s stuck inside 
like me.

I lick the wounds
The salty flesh
I am clean
I do not need.

I have a bear
His claws are thorns
He rips me up inside
It’s nice to know he’s there.

Someone to care
My dirty bear.

His eyes are dead
In his vacant head.

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