Loveless

 

Beaten!

The busy archer

Darting his doped arrow

Though infant in nature

Never gets tired – even

When shot, eyes frown in sorrow

Some in ecstasy

Profound feeling going easy

 

Rest ye little man

For I am loveless

Shot a fortieth time

From your insidous hand

I’ve built a fortress

Not up for another sly.

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Footnote: there’s no one that’s loveless.

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(c) 2016. McBarth Bardalacray Obeya

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