by Lizardin Bain

Later

Ignobly

Fates keep whispering

the damnation of the feeling

the past hurt blistering

preventing the needed healing.

It would be perfect to be unfeeling

but the hope is glistening

bright, and temptingly appealing

I’ll snatch it, and regret it later

probably.

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