Valor
Pain I sell.
Self loath, he preaches, why I?
See it I say! See me or you will get it-
trust this.
It will be given,
For I will give, the carrier.
One by one, she, he, and I will fall.
The 'O' will turn into an 'I'
And me, is who they'll blame.
Let down yourself, my partial.
Let I fulfill wholly.
I have,
I repeat,
I have, a mere echo.
All but her ears see this.
Removed, she remembers.
Forgets, I beg her not to.
Wanderer, she considers-
for I demand.
Wanders, she just might.
Till then, I will demand.
Copyright © Sara Ajemyan | Year Posted 2020
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