The way I silently curse the shadows of the one who once stayed,
The one who was a liar but never wanted to hear lies,
The one who stayed for long to leave as a surprise.
The one who pushes others from heights but is afraid of falling down,
The one I don't want to discuss but most of my poems are about.
The one I quietly bore, proudly embraced,
Now silently echoes in my crowded head in a noisy place.
The one harshly driven away was peacefully flown in,
I forgave long ago, yet somewhere in my poems remains unforgiven.
The one pushed my head deep into dark misery & left soaked, ruined whatever was colored,
Buried me in a soil we...